'Does this mean he wants me back?'
Georgia Thorne wasn't sure. Her red, swollen eyes watched Elliot Sheridan as he took off his suit jacket.
"Go take a shower." His long, elegant hands roughly tore off his tie with a feral energy.
Uncertain of Elliot's intentions, Georgia stood up but didn't walk toward the bathroom.
Instead, she walked over to Elliot, lowered her head, and began to unbutton his shirt for him.
Elliot lowered his head and saw her, brows furrowed in concentration, diligently unbuttoning his shirt.
His exposed Adam's apple bobbed. "Is this a warm invitation?"
She cautiously licked her lips. "Do you want me?"
His dark eyes instantly deepened. Elliot wrapped a hand around her waist and pinched her cheek. "Together?"
"Okay."
She answered extremely quickly, afraid Elliot would change his mind.
Her soft, pale hands actively clung to his shoulders, allowing Elliot to lift her and carry her toward the bathroom.
