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"Are you done eye-fucking me from across the bar and ready to get out of here? Or is playing coy your style?"
"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."
Trying not to fall for him would’ve been harder than convincing a toddler to take a nap.
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." So much for keeping my mouth shut.
"Slit the fucker from throat to groin and tie weights to the feet. Drop it in the ocean, never to be seen again. Even if the weights get free over time, the body cavity fills with water. It'll stay down at the ocean floor for eternity."
"Only yours." "Always yours, Rome. Fucking always."
buried in ashes.
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