“What am I going to do with you?” “Anything you want.” He rubbed a hand over his hair, disheveling it. “Anything you want. I love you, Chloe, and I think you could love me too, if you let yourself. Hell, I’m a reasonable man. If you need to hate me a little, I can live with that so long as you call me yours. Because that’s what I am, princess. I’m yours.”
