“Hi, beautiful.” His arms were around my waist as he pulled me to his body for a succulent kiss. If I could stay like this forever and forget about life, sleeping, eating, and responsibilities, I would. Scar’s lips were needy, the way they always were when he kissed me. I could never get enough of him, so when he pulled his mouth away it took a moment for me to remember where I was. “What are you doing here?” I asked, stealing sweet kisses between the words. “Making dinner.” “Again?” I closed the door behind me. Scar had been coming over to cook when I was at work. While I enjoyed the attention, I didn’t want him to take away so much time from the club. “It’d be easier if you took me up on my offer and moved in with me.” I followed him into the kitchen. Scar hadn’t been the happiest when I refused to stay at his place permanently.
