“Do you know whose I am, Reid?” she whispers. “Yours. Only you can make me feel this way.” Fucking fuck. I don’t have any more self-restraint. I don’t have any more patience. I have to have her, or I’m going to go out of my goddamn mind. Mine. I want her to be mine. Totally and completely, in every sense of the word. I want to put a ring on her finger and maybe have a couple kids. I want to grow old with her and sit on a porch, talking about all the good things we’ve done together. I want to argue and fight with her and let her push me out of my comfort zone. I want to love her, and I want her
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