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Jax freaking Stonewood. My walking, talking sex-on-a-stick neighbor always warmed my blood even though I’d never admit it.
Yes, every strand of my hair held another dream, another identity, another hope. My mother taught me those sorts of things about our heritage behind closed doors when my father wasn’t around to listen.
Some runs we didn’t talk at all. We just absorbed each other, because that’s what you do when you fall in love with someone. Every run, he kissed me senseless. I didn’t ask him what we were. I didn’t even mention the kisses. I just took what Jax Stonewood was willing to give. I fell madly in love with him.
If we were the storm causing each other disaster, I wanted to be the most devastating one.
I remember the first time with you, taking what was mine, is mine, and will always be mine. Fucking you is all I think about.”
She may not have meant it as an insult but her grouping me in with everyone else felt like a sucker punch to the gut. I wasn’t supposed to be everyone. I was supposed to be the only one.
With him looking at me like he used to, I wondered if we needed to fall over the edge into insanity, to get lost in each other to find ourselves again.
He and I were connected in a way I didn’t want to be anymore.
The dominance and hunger in that stare was enough to make me sacrifice everything.
