“You’re mine, Duchess. In every fucking way that is possible for a woman to be owned by a man. You’re mine.” “Like, girlfriend, or like, old lady, or fiancée?” His eyes close as he attempts to contain his laugh. I shove him again. “Shut up, Roy! Your world is weird.” His voice is hoarse from his laughing, his hard chest against mine. “Jade.” He kisses me. “All of the above.” My insides melt.
