"Maybe I just like the way it feels when you bite me and I'm really just a selfish motherfucker, using the excuse to get your mouth on my skin." He delivered it like a joke, but it fell flat somehow and my gaze shifted down his bare chest slowly before I met his eyes again. "Maybe you don't need an excuse," I said carefully. "Maybe if that's what you want you should just say it."
HOW DID THEY GET THIS FAR BUT WE STILL DONT HAVE A RELATIONSHIP TWO BOOKS LATERRRRRR
