I don’t believe in happy endings,” Flynn said, spinning Tess and tilting up her chin. “Just happy beginnings.

Read it to me.”
“Seriously?” he said quietly. “You want me to read you poetry? Like saving your life ten times wasn’t enough?

I can’t help it if you drive me crazy.”
“In bed or out of it?

He shushed her, laughing. “I’d like to be that spider, if that woman was you.

You promised me a kiss,” she whispered.
“A rash comment in the heat of the moment.” His face was so close she could feel electricity snapping between them.
“I think I’m still feeling that heat.”
She tilted her hips. He groaned. It was enough. His mouth captured hers.

It’s your hero complex, isn’t it? You should see someone about that.”
“Right after I get my head examined.