Ruin me, Reid. I’d like to do that again. “Do you like what you see?” she whispers, and I bob my head. I fucking love what I see. It’s the most possessive I’ve ever felt, and a word echoes in my head. Mine. For the first time since we started this thing between us, I wonder what it would be like if she were mine for real. Would we have the same chemistry? The same tension?
