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“I mean, you look beautiful,” I rush out, grimacing when I note her eyes widening. “You always do. You just don’t look . . . happy?”
Plus, I remember how Sloane looks at a man when she really wants him. And she isn’t looking at her fiancé the way she used to look at me.
“If you call Willa a girl, she’ll castrate you,” Cade grumbles, yanking the tie off and shoving it into his suit coat pocket. “She’s going to castrate you for not wearing the tie she picked out.” Rhett chuckles. “She’ll get over it when I tie her up with it later.”
“Sunny, you’re gonna need a bath when we get to the ranch.” “Maybe if I drink enough of these”—I lift the six-pack, feeling a little loopy—“I’ll invite you to join me.”
“That’s probably what you tell all the girls, Gervais.” “Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”
“I’ll be sure to give you some notice so you can get your Viagra down in time, old boy.” “Oh, nah.” Harvey waves a hand dismissively. “The Eatons are a virile bunch. Even I don’t need those.” “Jesus Christ.” Cade’s head drops,
Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.
Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.
can’t ever lose you,” he growls. “You won’t,” I reply quietly, right as the tip of his nose traces the shell of my ear. “I might.” “Nev—” Before I can say never, he cuts me off with, “Because I think I’m about to fuck everything up between us.” And then he kisses me.
“Sunny, you’re gonna make me lose my mind.” “Good,” I murmur against his mouth. “We’ll be insane together. I’m so tired of doing it alone.”
life is just moments all strung together like multicolor Christmas lights. You always end up liking some colors better than others.
“Times have changed, Sloane. I’m not scared anymore. You’re not my fucking friend. You’re just mine.”
“I’m going to make you come, with his ring on, as one final fuck you to that asshole.
“You might be wearing his ring, but we both know it was my cock you were riding in your head,”
“See, Sloane? You can wear someone else’s ring, but we both know you’ve always been mine.”
“I feel like I could crumble under the weight of not wanting to disappoint you. I’m paralyzed by my fear of losing you.”
I point at the floor beneath my feet and say, “Lose that fucking ring and crawl.”
Jasper: Meet me on the driveway. Sloane: Yes, sir. Jasper: Pocket that sentence for later when I strip you down and make you crawl. Sloane: YES, SIR.
