But we had last night. I had RoryandFinlay last night, and that kind of compromise from Rory is astonishing.
When I catch Rory’s eye, he breaks off mid-rant, his entire body softening. It’s like he’s just remembered there’s more to life than politics.
I did that, I think distantly to myself. I made him weak for me.
“I know,” I tell Danny, utterly hypnotized as Rory stands and walks in our direction. “I can be careful.”
It’s easy enough to tell myself this when Rory’s so close by, when his body angles toward mine and I’m trapped between Rory and the entire city at my back. It’s easy enough to lie and pretend I won’t lose my head around him. That no, I won’t burn myself on the stove, that yes, I can be trusted around sharp implements, because Rory is right there and I deserve him. I’d say anything to deserve him, to have all the good things he makes me feel.
He captures my mouth in a searing kiss. I moan against him, his tongue a riot of fruit and spice. The sparkle of wine glitters sharply on my tongue, and I draw him deeper into me, suckling him like I need to taste all of him. A possessive palm lands on the edge of my hip.His. My toes curl, my body grows hot and wet, and I wind my hands dazedly into his soft blond hair.
With an arrogant smirk, he draws away from me. Without even looking at him, he tosses out a quick, “Clear off, Hamilton,” before slinging an arm around me and guiding me in the opposite direction.