Page 13 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Don’t be sorry,” I said before leaning in to give him a quick kiss. “Just promise that we’re a team, Lucas. Because…that’s all I care about. I want to know that no matter how this all ends, my hand will be in yours.”

Lucas stared into my eyes and reached up to take one of my hands in his as my other stayed against his face, cupping his cheek.

“Our story isn’t about jealousy and cheating.” He nodded. “I know that.”

“It’s more of an erotic novel.” I winked.

“With a bunch of weird paranormal romance shit thrown in, right? Like Laurell K. Hamilton.” Lucas laughed.

“Hopefully more Anita Blake than Merry Gentry.” I rolled my eyes. “But only if she had sex with just Jean Claude. Or Richard.”

Lucas cackled.

“Hopefully we won’t be executing any vampires.” He added.

“It’s still kinda early.” I shrugged. “We’ve got werewolves, so…who knows, right?”

He just smiled.

“This hand in mine ‘til the end?” I asked, squeezing his fingers with mine.

“This hand in yours ‘til the end, babe.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently.

When we finally separated so that Lucas could find a shirt to wear to work, all I could think was: whatever that end may be.