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Because I did have soft spots. And Bliss had rapidly become one.
“I dismissed myself from jail. Without permission.” I gaped at him. “You escaped? How is that even possible?” “Is it supposed to be hard?”
“Don’t be jealous. They might have tiny little bodies we ain’t had since we were prepubescent, but they jealous of our titties.”
“Maybe if you did it with Siren.” He frowned. “Why?” I raised one shoulder. “She’s gorgeous.” “And you’re not?” “I’ve had a lifetime of people telling me how pretty I’d be if I just lost some weight. And they’re right.” His eyes darkened. “Take your jeans off.” I glanced sharply at him. “Sorry?” “Take your jeans off, Bliss. Now.”
War’s palm smoothed over the sting, massaging it away. “I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like you did just before. It’s insulting. To you, and to me for wanting your body the way it is.”
“You still breathing, baby girl?” I flopped onto his bed on my stomach, eventually turning my head to one side. “You made me forget how.” “Mission accomplished then.”
