"When we were seven, I punched Turner Forbes for pushing you off of the monkey bars," he said before moving his mouth a little further up my neck and making my breath catch as he kissed me again. "And when we were ten, I took Ronnie Thomas's school workbook and made him burn it because he'd written down your initials with his and circled them in a heart." "Fox," I growled - not a sexy growl because the heat in my veins was rage without any lust at all. He kissed my neck a little higher again, his knee pressing to the mattress between my thighs and drawing way too much of my attention. "When we
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