More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“What did she say?” “That she appreciated the sentiment. Then she tried to tell me she would see me around.” “She’s still mad,” Memphis murmurs. “I don’t think she’s mad at all. I think she’s hurt. She wouldn’t even look at me.” “Shit. I think that’s worse,” he admits. I think he’s right.
I’m still too shaken to do anything but stare after her. Memphis springs out from behind the door and barks, “Stop!” Waylynn freezes for half a second, and then she does something she told me she never does—she actually runs.
“But nothing, Waylynn. I’m trying to let you get comfortable so I know I’m not forcing you to do something you don’t want, but I need you to understand. You’re already ours, whether you get that or not.”
“Yes, you do, and that’s all it takes for you to crack Memphis’ composed exterior. But don’t kid yourself, he loves it every single time. Remember that if you ever want something,” the traitor divulges while kissing the side of her neck tenderly. He’s right about that too—one look, and I would probably give her anything she asked for, unless it would keep her away from me.
“Good fucking girl,” Memphis rumbles before crashing his mouth down onto mine.
“You know how much I hate being left out.” Bates turns his attention to Memphis. “My only question is, am I too late?”
My lips dip down to the top of her head, and I realize Bates was right—I do love her.
I’m fine and so is my foot. I can’t sit home on my big butt for two weeks.” “Hey now, why are you bringing one of my favorite parts of your body into this?”
It’s like Memphis knows we were scheming the second he walks into the quiet kitchen. After closing the door, he sets his bag on the counter while watching Waylynn. With slow, measured movements, he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls them up his arms without speaking. As soon as he’s done, she blurts out, “I forgot to lock the door.”
“Waylynn, I love you, and you are perfect the way you are,” I say, speaking the words I’ve thought before but couldn’t voice. I don’t want her to worry I’m going to leave her or that she isn’t good enough. I need her to understand just how important she is.
