“Can I lower my arms now?” I whispered.
He snickered and pulled them down himself for a moment massaging away the aching soreness.
“You were hoping for this, weren’t you?” he said looking at me with a smug grin on his face.
I grinned back. “You think I’d tell you?” I replied with a snicker of my own.
“I think you should,” he said.
“Why’s that?”
“We just made love, shouldn’t we share secrets?”
“Oh, but it wasn’t a serious f**k, you said so,” I reminded him. “Just a lark, I think those were your very words?”
“And you believe me?” he said.
I sighed happily, even though this relationship confused me. “I don’t know what to believe,” I answered truthfully.
“Well, Jessie, I’m not the cad you think I am,” he said, pulling up. He was staring at me again with those dark-fired eyes looking
