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Jane deserves the full hundred yards from me. Not just a fucking millimeter.
“I’d do anything to keep you safe, Jane,” he says deeply and without falter.
There is only one of Jane, no other person can be all of who she is, and anyone who harasses this girl might as well be tearing the wings off an angel.
I’m honored that I get to be the one to keep her safe. She’s my duty.
“You’re meant to be in my arms, Jane.”
Thatcher has a choice to make, and he does. “Fuck it.” He eyes me strongly. “I’m fucking you.”
we love a good "fuck it" moment
Most people find my constant chatter grating after a while, but he makes me feel so very desired. And safe. And terribly beautiful.
“Sex feels different with you though.” We both tense at his admission. Treading carefully. “Good different?” I pry a little deeper. “Beyond fucking good, honey,” he answers,
Breathless and panting, I’m in between a kiss, when he whispers against my ear, “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
She likes me. There aren’t many people that get off on other people’s happiness. Other people’s interests. Jane is that rare kind of person.
She’s gorgeous. It’d be a sin to think she’s anything short of that.
This is where she’s meant to be. In my arms.
