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The author is not liable for any attachments formed to the MCs nor the sudden desire to have someone make you come in places that could get you a ticket.
“Motivation? More like irritable bowels.”
“The only attention I ever wanted, I’m getting right now.”
“You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.”
“I’ve had a thing for you since freshman year when I overheard you and your sister talking about who you’d fuck-marry-kill when it came to the cast of The Breakfast Club.”
“I dare you to let me show you how obsessed I was with you ten years ago.”
“Why? Don’t want the world to see me on the most romantic day of the year with my great white buffalo? That even after all these years, I haven’t found anyone who makes me smile or laugh or feel at home the way you did?”
“I want to know you’re sure because this has been brewing for a very long time, and I intend to take everything you’re willing to give me. And I expect you to take everything I give.”
“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?” She attempts to speak, but after the word comes out indecipherable, she nods. A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”
“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”
“There you go again.” I smirk, pushing her knees apart. “Begging someone who isn’t here. Let’s fix that.”
“Eli.” “Hmm. That’s my girl. You got it now.”
“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”
By the time I realize Eli’s going to split me in two, he already is.
“Mia. Do me a favor, love.”
