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It’s not that I don’t like the idea of finding a boyfriend, but you have to put in effort, whether that’s by going out, or hopping on a dating app. And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
“Lockwood. Zavier Lockwood. L-O-C-K-W-O-O-D. Why aren’t you writing this down? It’s going to be your last name one day, too.”
Celine. My mate. This can’t be the end. She doesn’t know how big of a dick I have yet. I’m going to die and she doesn’t even know. This is the worst.
“I couldn’t. Especially right then, if I drank from you, it wouldn’t end any other way than with my cock inside your pussy.” His filthy words send a flush of heat through my chest. “Like I said before, you deserve more than that. I also refuse to take you to bed and fully claim what’s mine until you’ve accepted what I am and you’re okay with it. I know right now you aren’t.”
