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“Get your shit. Now. Luca’s, too,” Cope growled. My jaw went slack. “Excuse me?” Cope’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not staying in a place with no warm water. Not for one minute more. So, get your stuff. You’re moving in with me.”
Cope led us up a giant staircase. I immediately began decorating it for Christmas in my mind. Acres of pine garland punctuated with antique red bows. It would be a sight to see.
“The color reminds me of your eyes. It felt like it was meant to be.” My gaze jerked to him. “My eyes?”
“Turquoise. Like the Caribbean Sea. Could find a world of peace in those eyes.”
“Sounds like we make a pretty good team,” he rasped. “Dinner and dessert. Salty and sweet.” Oh, hell.
Sutton’s eyes sparked with blue heat, the kind that scalded. But I’d wear her burn scars with pride.
Because your smell is everywhere. That cinnamon, sugar, and a hint of vanilla. I swear it’s burned into the walls. I haven’t changed my sheets since you slept in my bed because
don’t want to smell anything else. It’s hell. But I’ll gladly go down in those flames.”
“Tell me what you need, Warrior. You want to be in charge? Take it.”
“I want you, Cope.
I want you to take me. I want to know what it’s like to lose myself in you and forget my own name. I want it all.”
“About fuckin...
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“All I’m asking is that we try. No
half measures. All in. It may not work, but if we’re going to play with fire, let’s not settle for matches. We deserve fireworks and infernos.”
“I’ll always take care of you. Always.” Sutton just cried harder. “Don’t promise me that.” “Why not?” I asked, my voice dropping low. “Because if I lose that promise, I’ll break.” “Fuck,” I muttered. I cradled her against my chest. “I’m afraid it’s too late.” “Too late?” she croaked. My fingers sifted through Sutton’s hair, tangling in the strands. “I’m already in love with you.”
I’d never had a woman affect me like this. It was so much more than simple attraction. It was as if she held my soul hostage.
“I love you. With everything in me. All I am is yours. Brokenness and all.”
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m carrying your nail marks on my back. I’d have Kye tattoo them on me, but you’re burned into my goddamned soul. I carry you with me every second of every day.”
“More than bees love honey?”
