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“May I suggest, if you talked about that day, it might help to unburden your soul.” “One has to have a soul for it to be unburdened.”
“You know—” “I know. And thank you. If I ever do want to talk about it, you might hear more than you ever wanted.”
“Tough is being a man even when the odds are stacked against you. It’s doing the right thing when the wrong thing is easier. Grow up. Get out of your shit and do better. Now go before I call the cops.”
“Do you not know how to answer questions or is English along with common sense a difficulty for you?”
“Did you honestly just ask that? Do you have any sense of how insanely rude and condescending that is after what just happened?”
“Obviously, I’m not having the best of mornings.” “Obviously,”
“And now you’re hurt. For the third time, are you okay?” “Um. I don’t know,”
“I’m pissed. And hurt. And annoyed. At so many, many things right now.” “Can I help you up?” “You might be the last person on earth I sho...
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“Do you work here?” “Probably not for much longer. I’m a design...
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“Me too. Must be all the blood loss and adrenaline making me loopy. I take it no one talks back or insults you?” “Not if they have any sort of natural self-preservation instincts, which I think we already established you don’t.” “Wow,”
“You’re a real prince amongst mortals, there, Zaxton.”
“What kind of name is Zaxton anyway? Paxton, Jaxson, Saxton even, but I’ve never heard of a Zaxton.”
Love her already
Bending down, I loop my arm around her hips, pulling the majority of her weight up to spare her knees. I do my best to ignore the way her body feels against mine. And how good she smells. Perfume, shampoo, body wash, or her natural fragrance—whatever it is, if I could bottle it up and sell it, I’d be richer than I already am.
“What are you doing?” “Carrying you in. You’re bleeding all over my steps and were just attacked. I have to make sure you’re okay.”
Omfg
What is that fragrance? A goddamn summer afternoon in the country with wind, wildflowers, and sun?
“I beg to differ. Stop squirming.” “I’d stop squirming if you put me down.” “We’re almost there. Now stop. Squirming.”
“I’m trying not to get your suit sleeve covered in my blood.” “Appreciated, but I’m going to be changing suits in a few minutes anyway.”
“That your standard practice, Mr. Monroe? Just how many wardrobe changes a day do you have?”
“Sorry,” through her fingers. “I just.” A heavy sigh. “I didn’t want to see you like this. I didn’t think I’d ever have to see you at all. That’s what he said and then you swoop in to save the day and I... I’m done talking now.”
“You know his name.”
“Yes. I know his name.”
“I know his wife’s name as well as his children’s names. He’s been working here since I was a kid and he’s a good man.”
“Didn’t mean for that to come out as judgmental as it sounded.” She tilts her head....
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“Should that bother me?” “Doesn’t it?” Does it? It feels like it should be gross, yet it’s erotic in some strange way. “No.”
She peeks up at me through her long lashes, a coy smile curving up her lips, and the air leaves my lungs like someone just drove a knife right through my chest.
She’s easily the most stunning heartbreaker I’ve ...
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“Does everyone hop to do your bidding the second you s...
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“Yes,” I answer flatly, still crouched before her, unable to so much as shift away from her. “You’re quite the intimidating man.”
“No, I mean it,” she insists. “You are. I bet you can feel it every time you touch me.”
“What exactly does my touch do to you?” Thumbs on both hands brush back and forth along her skin and goose bumps erupt in their wake, her pupils expanding ever so slightly. Fuck. That’s what my touch does to her. I’m not the only one feeling this.
“Repulses me,” she whispers, still half-smiling at me. “Is that so?”
“Are you always this much of a brat to people who help you?” “I think it’s just with you. You seem to have a strange effect on me.” “What if I like having this effect on you?”
Oh my god
I scowl, annoyed with everything. Her. Me. The way I want to clean her wounds and bandage her up. How I want more time with her when I shouldn’t.
Man is obsessed from the get go.
I scrub my hands up my face. I never should have gotten out of bed this morning.
Relatable
