"What's gotten into you?" he complained.
"You're stuck on Ireland.
Leave her alone."
"She's the only family you've got, Gideon."
And I was willing to support that choice.
His half brother Christopher was an a**hole, and his mother didn't deserve to have him in her life.
"I have you!" "Baby."
I sighed and wrapped my legs around him.
"Yes, you've got me.
But there's room for more people who love you in your life."
"She doesn't love me," he muttered.
"She doesn't know me."
"I think you're wrong about that, but if not, she'd love you if she knew you.
So let her know you."
"Enough.
Let's go back to talking about s'mores."
I tried to stare him down, but it was impossible.
When he considered a subject exhausted, there was no continuing it.
So I'd have to go around it instead.
"You wanna talk about s'mores, ace?" I traced my lower lip with my tongue.
"All that melty gooey chocolate on our fingers."
Gideon's gaze narrowed.
I ran my splayed fingers over his shoulders and down his chest.
"I could be persuaded to let you smear that chocolate all over me.
I could also be persuaded to smear some all over you."
His brow arched.
"Are you trying to bribe me with sex again?" "Did I say that?" I blinked innocently.
"I don't think I said that."
"It was implied.
So let's be clear."