Miss Priss glares at me from the bedside table, which reinforces my determination to see her happily off to someone new. Or unhappily. Just so she’s gone. “I think you should keep her.” Carson’s voice breaks the quiet. “Call Dwaine. You’ve gone off the deep end,” I answer. His chuckle rumbles under my ear. I shift to give him more room and settle against him once more. Waking up with him is so nice. Maybe even nicer than going to sleep with him. But not better than laughing over doughnuts or the dishes. “But I still kinda like you,” I say. “Even if you do have a weak spot for insidious monsters.” “Well, I love you,” Carson says. “Just as you are.” My heart soars. This is the first declaration of love that hasn’t accompanied either lovemaking or a reunion. I immediately return the sentiment, which leads to some heavy moments until the alarm clock begins to shrill. While I’d like to throw the thing against the wall and keep doing what I’m doing with Carson, we both have obligations.
