Willison POV

Willison held out her coat for her to slip into and then turned her around to kiss her.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay here?” She whispered against his lips.

“There is nothing I would rather do than stay here and feast on you, Mia,” he murmured back. “But I’m worried that once I get you into my bed, I won’t ever let you out.”

“Yeah? I don’t have a problem with that.”

He chuckled softly. “You’d miss Abigail.”

She groaned and snuggled into him, snuggling her nose into the crook of his neck and breathing in his comforting and now familiar scent. “I’d be willing to...