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"Jesus Christ," Roman says as he watches me before sucking the digit into his mouth, tongue twirling around it greedily. "I prefer Hale," I retort before pulling my thumb free from his lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you lose control. I wish you'd let yourself do it more."
Nine words total, three lines of three. Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
"Walls are built for a reason, Rome. To be impenetrable. To keep people out." To keep what's inside safe. His eyes search mine again, a sad smile in them. "Good thing I know how to climb."
"Yeah, Rome. You are. One of the few I've ever made. By far the best. Always my favorite. You're the one mistake I want to keep making over and over again, praying I never learn my lesson."
For the love of God, do not finish that sentence. His fingers trail down my sternum. "You want what, baby?" "I want you against me," I whisper. "I want to touch you. Always. Constantly. I want your skin on mine, my lips glued to yours. And I don't give a shit what I'd have to give up to make that happen."
Because now? He's my every thought and desire. His life, his happiness. His smile and his laugh. Everything about him. Only him, always him.
No, I want his heart. It's the only thing of his I want for myself. The only thing that's fucking priceless. Fuck the rest.
"Slit my throat. Carve my heart out. Put it on your mantle or use it as a paperweight or crush it in your fist. I don’t care what happens to it because the only person I want to have it is you. Only you,"
