Griffin was saying, his body curled around mine in bed, “you’re coming to Morgantown to go to grad school, right?” It was morning, but our hotel was still a dark cocoon. I didn’t think there was anything nicer than feeling his naked skin against mine, than being so close. “That’s the plan. If we don’t die, that is.” “I won’t let you die,” he growled. His voice did things to my insides. I closed my eyes and snuggled even closer to him. “You better not.” He chuckled low and deep. “I want you alive for some time yet, doll. I have all kinds of plans for you.” “I want you alive too.” He kissed me. “I love you,” I said, feeling safe and happy in the circle of his arms. I didn’t want to move. “I love you too,” he said. “We should get married.” It took a second for the words to sink in.
