“So…” he gives me a tired, but mischievous smile.
I’ve been waiting to have him alone. All. Freaking. Day. Counting down the hours until our friends would leave. Not that I’m not appreciative of them helping us move into our new place and all, but this is our first night here, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to… celebrate.
Tugging at his jeans, I grin. “So…?”
“Finally alone,” he murmurs, tucking his thumbs into his back pocket coyly.
I flick open his button.
“Damn straight,” I whisper as I pull him to me, kissing him.