(SASHA)
Tyler gets in these moods sometimes, where he's almost overwhelmed by his need for immediate gratification. I've even taken advantage of it from time to time. And I know that, occasionally, he likes to walk on the knife-edge; we wouldn't be quite so successful as a couple if he didn't find danger an aphrodisiac. And the idea of taking him in semi-public has me hard already, even while I'm thinking about a possible shadow here in Rome.
But what the hell.
We've been careful, and when I check my gut, it tells me there's no one following us, not here in these back alleys. Besides, anyone following us is in more danger from me than I am from them. I recall Tyler on his knees, worshipping my scars with kisses, and grip his hand even harder. He's right. Whatever those assholes throw at me, I'll survive it.
In the meantime, why shouldn't I enjoy my husband?
