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To everyone who’s ever felt like they weren’t enough.
Only a few things in life were certain: death, taxes, and the fact that Josh Chen and I would never be friends.
Bed. Singular. As in, there was only one. And I had to share it with Jules Ambrose. Kill me now.
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to fuck me right now?”
I waited
“You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need…” His whiskey-scented breath gusted across my skin, peppering it with a thousand goosebumps. “You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“You’re my personal hell, Red.” He gave my hair another sharp tug. “And God help me, I don’t want to fucking leave.”
“Everyone changes. Without change, we might as well be dead.” It would’ve been an inspiring quote had Alex not delivered it with all the emotion of a block of ice.
“Because you’re mine,” I said against her mouth. “Let another man touch you, Jules, and you’ll find out just how easily I can take a man’s life as I can save one.”
“I don’t know what you did to me, Red. But somehow, I went from wanting to kill you…to willing to kill for you.”
“Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” Josh’s lips brushed against my skin before he pulled back, his face taut with emotion. “I’m human, Red. I’ve made mistakes in the past, and I’ll make many more in the future. But one mistake I’ll never make is letting you go, not when there’s even a sliver of a chance left for us. Because the possibility of you is better than the reality of anyone else.”
“So, like I said…” Josh brushed away my tear. “I’ll wait. For as long as it takes.”
“You’re the only thing that could make me happy forever.”
“Careful, Chen. Keep saying things like that, and I might never let you go,”
“In case it’s not clear, I fucking love you, Jules Ambrose, even when you drive me crazy. Especially when you drive me crazy.”
“Damn right. I’m pretty fucking lovable, unless I’m being an ass…which I was for the week after you told me about the painting.”
“I only offer them to my most stubborn, infuriating, pain in the ass patients. The ones I can’t stop thinking about. Luckily…” I smoothed my palm over the curve of her ass. “I only have one of those.”
