“We need a signal. A… a sign.” He broke away, leaning back, his eyes black and lust-drunk. “I have one rule. It can double as the signal.” “What?” I said breathlessly. Theo reached for my face, cupped my jaw, and ran a thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes following the motion. “Wear this lipstick. I want you in it when we… scratch. And that’ll be my cue.”
