Page 174 of Exodus

Tobias leans over and runs a finger along my lips and down my throat, his eyes igniting with promise. “Does it have a stove where I can make you breakfast?”

“Yes.”

He trails his touch down along my breastbone as my pulse begins to rocket.

Heavily lashed eyes sear into me as he whispers over my lips. “A bed where I can make you come, and often?”

“Yes.”

He presses his lips to mine and pulls back. “Then what else do we need?”

“Nothing.”

His smile cracks along with the sky, and it starts to pour; sheets of rain beat down on the windshield when I pull up to the main road and click my signal.

I turn to Tobias as he eyes the water pounding on the hood and looks back to me. We share an ironic smile.

We most definitely aren’t riding off into the sunset.

He shrugs. “First of many. Merde, c’est nous.” Fuck it, it’s us.

“It’s not a storm, Tobias,” I say, looking up at the sky. “It’s a blessing.”

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