“I distract you too,” he said.
Yes, of course he did. “It’s different for you. You keep acting like you’d sacrifice yourself, like a praying mantis.”
His brows came together, and then he smiled. “Like a what?”
“I saw it on a documentary once. After they mate the female eats the male.” She paused, leaning toward him. “While he’s still alive,” she enunciated.
“Not a bad way to go,” he noted, and then bent and kissed the middle of her forehead, softening her up again. “But only if I get to eat you too.”…
Darcy Branwyn 
Leave a comment