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“No one touches you, Bambi. Not without your consent.” Adrian nods to Willow, who smiles and starts making what I assume is his regular drink. He turns to the side and places one forearm on the bar and the other hand on the back of my chair. His hazel eyes burn a trail up my frame until he reaches my face, to which he grins. “And I’m the only one who gets to massage your feet.”
“Why’d you run from me, Sam?” I suck in a breath, but it’s too thin, forcing me to clear my throat. He’s near my ear now, his warm breath tickling the fine hairs on top. I’m grateful he can’t see my mouth open and close twice before I find the right words. “I wasn’t meant to see that. It was an invasion of a very private moment.” I can hear the grin on his face as he speaks. “If you weren’t meant to see it, don’t you think I would have stopped?”
To think for one minute that she may be into something so fundamentally important to me is… unreal.
Willow is the only one who knows the small part of Sam I don’t, and while yes, I want Bambi to be the one to tell me, I can’t lie about the slight ache resonating in the back of my heart. The sliver of doubt still holding on tight. “You think she’ll go for it?”
He is currently discussing with HER SISTER if she thinks HER SISTER will be into being chased for foreplay… i hate it here
“I found you, Bambi,” he growls, his eyes burning into me. “And I keep what I catch.” “Like finders keepers?” I breathe, my heart singing from what his words imply. Though his gaze remains deadly, his lips twitch, a hint of a grin playing at the edges. “Yes. You’re mine now, Samantha.”

