Outed Me

"You're learning really fast," Cage grumbled. Learning fast meant she was getting disillusioned about his world. At the end of the road, she would see the real picture. She might not run away but she might come to dislike him.

"And you sound haunted by that. Don't worry. Just because I had a setback doesn't mean I'll break down every time something happens to me." She wished she could role her eyes or reassure him in another way.

"I hope so. I'd have to whip you into shape otherwise," he proclaimed proudly.

"Your dominant side is coming out. I'm not a whips and chains kind of gal, Mr. Cavanaugh. I'll settle for some spanks, though. I miss them." Cage groaned as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Beautiful picture. Not helpful.

"I don't want to talk about your beautiful ass," he bit back. "We don't have a shower I can use nearby." Poor baby.

"Tonight," she promised.