When it’s over, we stand there panting, still joined, my cheek pressed against the cool plaster wall. His lips brush the shell of my ear, making me shiver despite the heat between us.
“Do you regret it?” he asks. “Any of it?”
I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze in the dim light filtering through the crack beneath the door. “I regret many things, Vince. But protecting you?” I trace the silver streak in his hair, the one that matches his father’s. “Never. Not even if it damns me to hell.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Then we’ll burn together,” he promises. “You and me and all the bloody secrets we keep.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I whisper against his lips. “But Vince?”
“Next time you decide to kill someone in our house—” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “—at least giv
