"He doesn't like that you and I are together." There was a hummingbird in my chest. The fluttering returned with a vengeance. "We are not together." "Aren't we?" My breath caught as his hand slid up, skating over my ribs, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Jensen's deep, low chuckle travelled across my throat. "After this morning, we are most definitely together. We just haven't worked out the specifics of our together-ness." "Together-ness is not a word." "Now it is."