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One of his shoulders lifts half-heartedly. “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.”
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.”
“Oh my god.” This makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he was underneath the table just now.”
“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”
But I want her. I need her.
I refuse to make the same mistake twice, and after tonight, there’s no denying the truth. This woman is mine. And it’s time she knows it.
“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”
He wants to give us a try. For there not to be any men after him.
Sitting on the hood of a Zamboni is Eli with a fucking boom box above his head.
