I have no idea who Christa Aguilera is, but I let out a pleased shiver when he calls me sweetheart. Bittle is generous with the pet names, and I'm a little surprised by how much I like them. Moving down further, I drag my tongue along the groove of his hip, but I freeze when I hear those words fall from Bittle's mouth. In French, no less. When did he

"I-- what?" I lift my head to look at him, blue eyes wide as my cheeks heat up. I wasn't expecting this tonight. I mean, I'm never expecting it, obviously. But I do want it. "Oui, I do. I just-- are you sure?"