'Are you sure?’ I ask, still not quite daring to get my hopes up. I study Ryker from the passenger seat of his truck, my heart rate spiking as a slow grin spreads across his ridiculously handsome face.
‘Yeah baby, I’m sure’ he replies. He reaches out, cupping my cheek with a palm roughened by years of football practice. ‘It’s time. I can’t keep hiding myself, us . . . you’ he adds, his voice dropping an octave as he studies me intensely. ‘I want everyone to know that you are mine and I’m yours. I hate that other guys look at you when we’re out and I have to pretend to be alright with it because of my own f.ucking insecurities, when really all I want to do is to rip their heads off and scream at them to stop eye f.ucking you.’
A tight knot of exhilaration squeezes my chest at his possessi
