“I could’ve killed him. I wanted to. I really fucking did.” “He’s not worth it, but you didn’t…” “You’re worth it, but no, I didn’t do anything to him. Except maybe break his nose.” Pleasure fills his voice, but fire brims in it. “I won’t lie, for a second, I contemplated it. My foot was on his throat.” His admittance shocks me and I pull away, looking up at him. “Are you serious?” “Yeah, but I couldn’t go through with it. Thinking of someone trying to make a move on you because I’m locked up stopped it all.”
