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“Let me tell you who I am, sweetheart. I don’t believe in forgiveness or second chances. For those who think they can outsmart me and cross me, I cut them into slices of bacon and feed them
to the dogs on the street. My ruthless temper precedes me, and my reputation is its own empire. But there are lines even I don’t cross. I would never hurt a woman or a child, for any reason whatsoever. And I would never hurt you, not just because you fall into that category, but because of how deeply I care for you.”
“—I would never let anything happen to you. I would die for you. I would let my body be pumped with a hundred bullets before you got a single scratch. I would slice my own fucking throat to spare you any discomfort.” His eyes shifted back and forth between mine. “You understand me?”
You need to accept that I want all of you to myself, that I don’t want to share you or be shared, that I want more than just something casual and easy. I want you to be my woman, I want commitment, I want something more than a week or a month or a year. Maybe forever. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s got a heart on the line. Don’t forget you aren’t the only one who’s risking something. I’ve never done this before, but I know I want to do it with you.
“I don’t want you to cook dinner. I want you on your back and coming around my dick.”
“Boys impress girls with nice dinners. Men impress women by making
them come. I take you to places like this because I don’t eat horseshit—and I’m not taking my woman to eat horseshit.”
It was a stab in the lungs, but losing that air forced me to take a new breath.
Beautiful wasn’t even the right word, because a rose in a garden could be beautiful, and this man was hard as stone and rugged as a tree trunk.
“You sound so busy, I don’t know how you have time for me.” “I don’t have time for you,” he said. “I make time for you.”
“Not now, but someday, she’ll be my wife. And when that day comes, I want you to tell her this story. How the two of us sat in this empty bar at three in the morning, and I told you she was the one.”
It was the craziest time of her life, but it was the calmest of mine. The first time I slowed down to listen to the raindrops pelt the windowpane in the middle of the night. The first time I drank wine to savor it. The first time I enjoyed being out of bed as much as I enjoyed being in it. My life suddenly had more depth to it, going from a shallow bank to a deep river. That kind of dedication should give my heart palpitations and tremors, but it gave me something else. It gave me peace.
