“What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?" He lifts his head, grinning at me. "It's a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they're blocking my access." I giggle.”

“But mainly, he hates that he didn’t get there in time to save you.”… “He did save me.” My voice sounds inept. Jack shakes his head, gently. “No love, not in the way he wishes.”

“I love that it’s our thing … so do you want me to put them back on so you can rip them off?”

“It's always been you. I loved you from the moment I knew how to love.”

“He stares at me steadily, for a long moment before looking away, but I read his eyes clearly. He wants me tonight. And from what my eyes were saying back to him, I think I just said yes.”

“I loved you from the moment I knew how to love.”

“You ask what I want from you?” His eyes move to my lips, then my eyes. “I want you, Tru. I just want you. All day, every day.”