C63 I love you, Ira.

IRA

Everything happened so fast.

A low growl erupted from Dexter's throat, and the next minute, my back was pressed flush against the wall. A startled sound escaped my throat as he grabbed my thigh, holding it up with his arm and a toothy grin on his face.

"Hold on tight," he whispered, and before I could comprehend the reason for his words