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“Every girl who’s gone into the locker room has been married to that player within five years.”
I scan the crowd and when my eyes land on a laughing Emory, my stomach does a tiny little flip. See? Fucking pathetic. Might as well put a dog tag around my neck that says: Return to owner, Emory Ealson.
If you want a girl worthy of what you have to offer, she’s going to make you work for it. Keep that in mind.”
Nothing is too extravagant for you, babe. This is only the beginning.
My mom had headaches like this, and do you know what would help her?” “What?” I ask, draping my hand over my head. “My dad. He always helped.” I hear Knox kick off his shoes and then he climbs over me so he’s behind me. He scoots under the covers carefully, obviously trying not to rock the mattress too much, and slides his body against mine.
“I hate what he did to you, but for what it’s worth, I’m kind of glad Neil was a dickhead and therefore lost you. Because that means I get you now.” “Oh, you get me? Am I a prized possession?” I joke. Not even flinching, he smiles broadly and says, “Yup. And you’re all mine.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Gentry, that your son is a barbarian and broke your GOT trust.”
“I fucking love you, Emory.”
