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Usually, Emree had no control when it came to books. If they were good, she would stay up all night and finish them. She had to mentally tell herself to slow down
Girl same…
He nodded. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Whatever she wanted? Emree had to force her mind not to run away with that train of thought.
SMACK! Her head hit the side of the doorframe, and everything went black.
This bitch really just… omfg
But that was the medicine talking. Davin knew that now.
I am a firm believer in "drunk (or in this case *high*) words are sober thoughts"…
Davin wanted to go check on her, but it wasn’t his job to make sure she was okay. It was Officer Ricks’s job.
Fuck officer rick. I hate that mf
Very nice was an understatement. Davin was dressed in his finely cut black suit and black tie.
Men in all black>>>>
Davin pulled his head back. “I want to do this. I want you. More than I want to be king. More than anything else in this life. In my mind, in my heart, you come first.” He shrugged, a small smile forming on his lips. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
Are yall breathing right now, because i am not
“How dare you do this to my daughter? When I’m through with you, you’ll be so ruined, you’ll never be allowed to set foot in Enderlin again.” Davin’s expression turned to stone. “Do your worst.”
Rawr.
Davin reached his hand out and pulled his guard into a hug. “Millar, ready the horses. It’s time to bring Emree back home.”
“Yes, I love your dimples. They’re the first thing I noticed about you. The first thing I want to see every day and the last thing I want to see every night.” Davin sucked in a breath as he knelt on one knee in the dirt road. His expression held hers, and emotion filled his voice. “I want to marry you, Emree Dutson, for all the right reasons. Images of you consume my everyday life. You are my future, every special moment I don’t want to forget, and all my dreams coming true. You’re not just a random girl at the Morreck Inn, the Promenade director, or a working-class woman in gray. You’re my
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Sobbing.
