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“Don’t worry, big guy, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers flex around the side of my waist. “If you tried, you’d best believe I’d hunt your ass down.”
Oh, the tangled webs we weave when we conspire to deceive.
Kingston’s a-hundred-percent alpha when it comes to his pack. If you fuck with his people, he’ll rip you to shreds.”
“That was a low blow.” The jackass doesn’t look apologetic in the least. “Then stop forcing me to hit below the belt.”
Jazz is a motherfucking queen. But he left out one very important distinction. She’s my motherfucking queen.
You’re his world, Jazzy.”
“That I fucking love you,
“I love you, too, Kingston.”
“My queen. No one else’s.”
Jazz Rivera is the one. The only. I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children. Some people would probably say I’m naïve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.
the ring idea isn’t so bad. Shit. I am fucked.
I use my finger to grab her belt loop and plant a kiss on her lips. “I love you.” She smiles. “I love you, too.”
“Dude, if I were you, I’d be at motherfucking Tiffany’s the second they open for business.”
“I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you asked me to marry your ass?” He smirks. “Oh, baby, like I’d give you a choice.”
