“Don’t be joining any convents on me now, ya hear?” Joey said, swinging his leg over the ledge. “Contrary to your ex’s predictions, I’m not quite ready to sack you off yet.”
“Ha-ha-ha,” I deadpanned. “Funny.”
“I’ll be seeing ya, Molloy,” he added with a cheeky wink.”
I held my breath when his hand rested on my waist… he pulled me forward until my chest brushed his… his hand was so hot, spreading warmth to the pit of my stomach, that I hardly noticed him leaning in, brushing his face against my hair.
— nico & elena (the sweetest oblivion)