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EXCERPT
“Have I ever told you how much I like it when you blush?”
“I don’t,” she says; a hand going to her cheek.
“You don’t with anyone else that I’ve ever seen. But with me, it’s often.”
“Make
your point, Turner,” she bites out, embarrassed and frustrated now, but
at least she’s no longer about to bite my head off for the display I
put on earlier.
“My point, Ward, is that I’m here. Really here. Understand? I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Ready for what, exactly?” she asks around a bite. I smile at her crudeness. The important thing is she’s eating.
“I’m
ready for the beginning of us. Whatever that looks like to you. You
want to take it slow? We can do that. Jump right in? We can do that,
too. If you want to keep dating strange assholes, we’ll draw up some
parameters that fit the both of us.”
I watch as she quietly
stands and paces the small kitchen. Her temper rises in increments as
she squints, sets her jaw, clenches her fists.
Moving to stand toe-to-toe with her, I cup her heated cheeks in my palms.
“Calm down.”
“No, I will not calm down. You don’t get to come in here and boss me around.”
“I’m trying to negotiate,” I tell her.
“Negotiate
my dating life?” She almost growls it out. I’ve rarely seen her temper,
but it’s fucking hot. I’m half hard from her glaring at me like she
wants to murder me.
“Yes. Because whether you want to admit it or
not, we’re destined to end up together,” I say, making eye contact and
rubbing my thumb over her tight jaw. “I get that you need time to wrap
your hot head around that. I’ll give it to you, but only if you
understand a few key things.”
“Like what?”
“Every date
should occur in crowded, public, safe places. You have fun, but you make
no long-term commitments. Most importantly, you don’t share this
gorgeous body with any of those men, Leighton. You need to get f*cked
after a date, you come home to me.”
“And you’ll f*ck me?”
“Better than you’ve ever had, Love.”
Her
eyes drift close and her body slumps in my hands, for the briefest
moment. Then she straightens, and when her eyes open back up, they’re
glowing mad.
“Get the f*ck out of my house, Reed.”
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