Slater gets up from his chair the instant we arrive, offering it to me. When Dylan sinks into it, Slater glares at him. “It’s for Belle, douche.” Dylan grips my hips, pulling me down onto his lap. “And my woman is seated. Problem solved.”
“I want that, Belle, but there’s only one girl I’ve ever desired that with, and she wasn’t available.” My heart skips a beat. “What girl?” “The only girl who’s ever mattered. The one I’ve tried so hard to forget, but she’s ruined me for all others.”