Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

“Why are you fighting this?” “Why are you pushing it?” “Because you’re it for me, Erin. If I’m not the one for you, tell me now because I’m starting to feel like a fool.” Her brow digs down. “Do you understand what you’re asking for? What you think you want? I have baggage.” “Who doesn’t?” I lean in and pinch her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break every speed limit to get here when I visit. You’re the reason I haven’t had a Thanksgiving with my family since college. You’re the—”

She eats her breakfast in bed with her legs crossed and mascara smeared on her gorgeous face. My beautiful, chaotic mess. I’d sell my soul to wake up to her every morning with breakfast.

If she thinks I’m being too much, then she can go find less. Fuck it.

Then he slaps my ass and shoves me upwards so I know to keep climbing until I’m back on my throne. I smother him. Like, full on, take his damn breath away, smother him.