Feng Teng and I spend the rest of the day in bed, devouring each other and a drama marathon.
His life is my life and my life is his.
"You smell like me now," he purrs in my ear, his tone low, gravelly.
Heat rushes over me with the possessiveness in those words, and I roll toward him. We both shift, staying close, and I happily devour the sight of him, his sexy rumpled hair in a mess, the alluring shadow on his jaw, and the bright brown of his eyes flickering with amber.
"I like smelling like you, that's why I always love stuck with you," I say.
He tangles my legs with his big, powerful ones, his hand going to my hip, branding me in that way he does that turns me wonderfully inside out.
"I love you near to my reach always, but something you teased me not able to reach you just like yesterday," He leans in to kiss me.
