Crow didn’t speak right away, just flipped me so I lay on my back on the couch, and came down on top of me. He brushed my hair off my forehead and traced the freckles on my face. “You.” “Me what?” “You give me you. Not just your ass. All of you. Your…feelings, your words, your smiles. You.” He shook his head as if he was doing something wrong, and my breath caught, unable to break free. “I…” Crow squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. “Only need you. Mine.” Crow held on to my throat, with just a little pressure, but also brushing his fingers over my pulse. “Yours,” I promised him,
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