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Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you can’t have it all. Because you can.
“Yeah, yeah, alright, man. I’m stoked for you and all, but can you just, you know, stop cuddling me in public?”
If you’re earning eight figures a year and can’t treat your mom, then what are you doing with your money?
She’s always been incredibly pretty, but somehow, she’s grown prettier with time.
“I’ll make you wear this fucking frittata in a minute.”
“You’re so random. I literally have no idea what’s going to come out of your mouth next.” I pin him with a playful glare. “Says the man who chases a biscuit around a slippery surface for a living.”
“Fuck it.” His lips crash down against mine as he kisses me with a level of passion I didn’t think was possible.
“Fuck. You taste so fucking good, and you look like a dream dressed in my shirt.” His thumb traces along my bottom lip before his mouth crashes against mine once more. His tongue sweeps across the seam, and I part for him until his large, calloused palms are cupping my face, dwarfing me in size. He’s delicious. Breaking from our kiss, he gently strokes my cheek. “What do you want from me, Luna? Because right now, I don’t know what I have to give. But I know whatever that is, I want it to be with you.”
“I’ll take whatever pieces you can give me today, and I hope that one day, I’ll have enough to make you whole.”
Yes, I’m a romance girlie and proud.
“I’m not asking for an answer, Rocket. I’m just showing you my cards. And your name is written all over each one.”
“What’s so special about there?” I point to where he kissed. His eyes shine with warmth. “I know I shouldn’t have one and don’t tell the others, but it’s my favorite freckle.”
“How I want you to model my jersey is almost certainly not appropriate for this event.”
“Tell them you were about to leave the guy who’s fucking crazy about you, and since he doesn’t know when he’ll see you again, he had no choice but to leave his mark. Just so there’s no doubting that you’re his.”
“I came back to Florida, swearing off love for a lifetime. Everything had frozen over: my heart, my head, my fucking life. But you melted every part with your sunshine. I fucking love you, Luna Johnson.”
“You can wear my name for a lifetime, but right now, I want you to scream it.”
“I want everyone in this goddamn bar to know how much I love you. Now, fuck this cock.”
“I can’t wait to have you brand my life. Paint every single wall in our apartment bright pink because you’ve removed any trace of gray from my heart.”
“You’re such a brat, you know that?” “Mm-hmm. Is this only sinking in now?” “Nah, I’ve known for a long while. It’s just now, I can actually do something about it.”
“What do you want to do on Christmas Day? I was thinking a movie binge followed by fucking you on every surface,”
“You’re only a brat some of the time,”
“I can fuck you like you deserve. Or make love to you like the man who can’t wait to spend a lifetime together. You choose, Rocket.”
“When it comes to you, I’ve been ready forever.”
