“Tell me to stop.” I settle my hand over her heart. “Tell me to leave you alone.” “No.” Our chests press together, and there’s fire in her eyes now. “I’m done playing games.” “Fuck it. Fuck staying away. Fuck shouldn’t. I don’t just want you, Maven. I fucking need you like I need air. Can I have you? Please let me have you.” “Yes,” she says, and that single word rearranges my entire world. “You can have me. All of me, Dallas, because you’ve always had me.”
