"I certainly hope not, Mr. Bittle," I reply against his temple, accent thick due to the adrenaline and nerves swooping through me. We leave the elevator and he's flushed in a way that makes me smile, though it fades slightly when he starts to ramble. I'm not sure what I have to do to get Bittle to trust that my feelings for him are real. I adore him, and I want him.

So I show him. I put my hand on his chest and push him gently back against his door, framing his throat with my thumb and forefinger as I lean down to kiss him. This kiss is deep and insistent, full of passion as I lick into his mouth with a soft groan.

"Yours," I tell him, and for a moment I'm not sure if I'm talking about his apartment. "Let me in, Bits."