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“I’m not sure peppy is something you could achieve, even if you mainlined energy drinks and ecstasy,” I offer.
“Don’t bait me, Queenie. Guilt is not an emotion I enjoy experiencing.”
“You may need to set some parameters for me, my queen, so I know how out of control I’m allowed to get here.”
“I’ve been waiting for months to get back into your bedroom.” I arch up and nibble his bottom lip. “Lock the Boy Scout in the closet and let yourself off your leash, King.”
She’s a tornado, and half the time I don’t know what to do with her, but I still want to get caught up in her vortex.
I’d rather have her chaos than stay stuck in the calm, where everything is lackluster.
“You can push me away as much as you want, but it’s not going to stop me from wanting you. I love you because of all these perceived flaws you have, not in spite of them. I know you’ve been let down a lot, and I don’t plan to be one of those people in your life. Give us a chance to get through this together, Queenie. Let me catch you when you fall. Let me be your safe place to land.”
I want all your dark secrets to be mine to keep. I want all your pieces, all the things that make you who you are. I don’t care if you think you’re bent or broken; let me love all of you.”
One of the reporters asks him if Stevie’s pregnant. Bishop jabs a finger in the reporter’s direction. “Yes. With sextuplets, because my army of sperm is the motherfucking bomb. We’re gonna start our own damn hockey team in one fell swoop.” He raises his arms in the air like he’s preaching a sermon.
“Yes. It’s a yes. I’ll bring my chaos into your calm.” I place a soft kiss on her lips. “There’s no place I’d rather be than the eye of your storm.”
