Page 90 of Live for Me

I put my hand on the side of her face and left it there until she opened her eyes.

I’ve loved you from the moment that I laid eyes on you, angel.

“Are you okay?” I asked. Memphis put her hand over mine and nodded.

“I didn’t mean to get rough,” I said quietly. “You just—dosomethingto me.”

“Maybe I can figure out how to do more of whatever thatsomethingis next time,” she giggled. “Because damn.”

Next time.

I smirked and tried to shift my hips to pull out of her, but I paused when she reached for me again.

“What are you doing?”

“Not a single thing between the two of us is dry anymore, Memphis. And I don’t just mean between your legs. We’ve been out here in a fucking downpour for way too long. We need to get inside.”

“But—”

“We live in the same house, sugar. I’m the one driving you back to that house. You’ve spent all day every day bossing me around for months. I didn’t dothisjust to run from you. You will always know how to find me.”

Her hand went to the back of my neck, and she raised up on her other elbow until she could get her forehead against mine.

“How do you always know what I need to hear you say?”

Because I’ve never been anything but fucking crazy about you.

I leaned down just a little further to kiss her again.

I had my very soaked clothes back on shortly after that, and Memphis was wrapped in the only dry blanket that had been left in the cab of the truck.

“Utah?”

“Hm?”

“Can you maybe not tell Indy about—you know, how all that started?”

“It’s between you, me, and the lightning, angel,” I said and leaned across the seat to kiss the side of her head. “You really think I’d tell Indyanythingabout this?” I asked and laughed.

“I don’t know. Guys are weird with this kind of thing, aren’t they? Aren’t you supposed to brag aboutconquestsor whatever?”

“We’re not in high school, Memphis.”

“I was under the impression that men never really matured much beyond that,” she said, leaning her head against my shoulder while she laughed at herself.

“You nevermaturedbeyond being a sasshole,” I said, just to prove that I really wasn’t mature at all.

“That’s still not a word,” she laughed.

“It is now.”

When I put my hand on her thigh that time, she unwrapped herself from the blanket just enough to sneak her own hand out to lace her fingers through mine.

She was less than pleased to see Indy still sitting up at the kitchen island when we walked back into the house. She tried to stop and even backed up into me, like she’d planned to go somewhere else. She looked up at me over her shoulder and shook her head, but I couldn’t do anything other than laugh.

“We’re all adults,” I said and put my hand on the small of her back to push her forward.

But Indy just wouldn’t have been Indy if he didn’t take every opportunity to make a situation uncomfortable. He laughed the moment he saw us. No doubt because it was the middle of the night, Memphis was wrapped only in a blanket, and there wasn’t a single square inch of me that was dry.

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