Chapter 145

Theo's POV

My laugh is soft but helpless. God, I love her. Every annoying, ridiculous, impossible part of her.

Nathan groans softly behind her, shifting with clear discomfort as he mutters, “I need my arm back, baby girl. We’ve got work.”

Her response comes slow and sleepy, but laced with mischief. “You have to pay me for it.”

He blinks, then lifts his head just enough to stare at her in disbelief. “I have to pay you... to get my own arm back? The one that’s literally attached to my body?”

I can’t help it, I laugh, the sound quiet but amused as I begin to move, intending to slide free and leave her to taunt him alone. But she doesn’t let me go. Her leg tightens around mine like a vice, hooking behind my knee and yanking me back into place. Still inside her. Still claimed.