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“He has serene eyes. Yours are assessing. You expect threats. He doesn’t worry about them. Probably because he has a brother like you.”
“She can have two boyfriends, but I can’t take Lark?”
“Don’t tell me what to do, you cunt.” Matt’s skin turned red in anger. But I just smiled. It wasn’t the first time someone had sworn at me for doing my job. It almost made me a little nostalgic.
“You let her walk in here with a gun?” My brows furrowed as I tilted my head. “I gave it to her.”
Never change Nathan baby
“He trained beside us,” Cole said. “He was better at it too, but he didn’t have the anger for it.” “Guess you shouldn’t have pissed him off.”
“Lark.” My father’s voice cut through the conversation. The tingles in my body turned to spikes of anxiety as my head shot to him. “Why don’t you get up so Mr. Keifer can sit down?”
The way I would bitch slap this man across the face so fast
“I studied.” Her head tilted in surprise. “What?” My finger followed the trail of freckles until it grazed over her bottom lip, still wet from our kiss. “I read the books you have.” She blinked, more confusion pulling on her features. “You stole my romance novels and read them?”
Nathan’s thumbs stroked my hip and collarbone as he lifted his chin towards my ex. “How does my cum taste?” My mouth fell open in shock.
AHHHHHHHH BURN AHAHAHABAHA your honor I love this man
“You always do that.” I chuckled. “You must have kissed every freckle I have by now.” “I’ve kissed 178 of your freckles. You have 2,703. So by my calculation, that’s only a little over 6.5%.” My head shot up. “What?” He blinked in confusion at my response. “I’ve only kissed 6.5% of your freckles.” My eyes widened as I tried to understand the absurdity of what he was saying. “You know how many freckles I have? And you’re keeping track of all the ones you’ve kissed?” “Yes.” His gaze clouded. His throat bobbing with nerves. “That’s weird, isn’t it?” “When did you find time to count them?” “Mostly
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If anyone need me I’ll be playing in traffic
I loved that he didn’t hide it. That he didn’t play games. He wasn’t the guy who waited three dates to call you. He was the one who put cameras in your apartment before you even knew his last name.
“You rewired my brain chemistry. I’m not me anymore. I’m yours.”
