“I can’t get you on your knees out of my head,” I admit shamelessly. “Do you think about it too, Em?” Her chest rises and falls quickly while her fingers dig into my jeans. “Tell me that you wanted me, too.” “Bones—” “Bones knew I was in there,” I admit. “He knows how much I hate you. And that I want to fuck you. Why should he get all the fun?”
