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“I’m the one who found her. I called 911! I’m the reason she’s here!”
“I had nothing to do with this, Jazz. You have to know that.”
“You want to keep me out of your room—fine. I think it’s ridiculous considering I’m one of the few people you can trust, but whatever. I’m not going to push you while you’re laid up in a hospital bed. But know this, Jazz: Once you’re out of here, I’m going to be your goddamn shadow, so you’d better get used to that idea now. I am not letting anyone hurt you again.”
“Hot damn, baby girl. What are you wearing?” He scans my body head to toe, lingering on my exposed thighs and pushed-up cleavage. “And how did it take me this long to notice? You’re fucked when your boy gets here, and I do mean that quite literally. He’s not going to be able to keep his hands off you.”
You are the only woman I want. In my bed, by my side, it’s all you.”
I don’t want to pretend like you’re not my goddamned world—
I need something real, too, and you’re the realest fucking thing I’ve ever known.
This woman is temptation personified. My salvation and ruin all wrapped up in a big red bow.
After last night, I'd say he's crystal clear that Jazz could never be his because she was made for me.
there will never be another
“You’re mine, Jazz, and vice versa. I don’t give a fuck what label you use, it’s not going to change what this is.”
“Don’t fucking touch me. For any reason. The only woman’s hands I want on me is sitting right across from my sister.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll see stars.” “I’m good with that,” she pants. “Space is pretty.”
What in the hell is this woman doing to me? How did we go from a hard, dirty fuck to something so...intimate?
