“Ready?” he asks, pushing off the door.
I don’t think I heard him correctly. “What?”
“Ready?”
He certainly can’t be asking what I’ve dreamed of since the first minute I laid eyes on him. Since he kissed me that night, all I think about is how I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “Huh?”
“What?”
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
“Me,” he whispers.
Easy Sacrifice