“We don't need to answer that phone tomorrow," Locke says softly after a long time, "If you change your mind about Willow, say the word. I'll handle it. You don't owe anyone a single piece of yourself."
I lift my head slightly, resting my chin against his chest to look up into his steady eyes.
"I know," I whisper, "I know I don't. But right now... I don't care about tomorrow. I don't care about Willow, or Dad, or whatever s**t Kox is up to."
A small, rare smirk touches the corner of his lips, his eyes softening as he pulls me half an inch closer. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I say, a lazy, mischievous smile spreading across my face. I poke him lightly in the center of his chest. "In fact, I've decided we're not going back to the bedroom tonight. Or tomorrow."
Locke raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
