“We’re going to have arguments. They’re normal, healthy even.” I pressed my lips against her once again, firmer this time. “But if I’m going to argue with anyone. it’s going to be you. So, when I say you’re mine, I mean it. Mine and no one else's.” “Okay,” she said breathlessly. “Looks like that temporary truce wasn’t all that temporary after all, was it?” She shifted her hips forward against my hard on that was beginning to ache more with each passing second. “And if another guy bothers you like that, tell me. I can’t guarantee it’ll be just his hand next time.” “Did you really break his hand
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