“You look at me like you love me. Your lips part, and your eyes widen the slightest bit when you see me. As for when I’m touching you? You look like you love being owned by me, chased, possessed. You love being mine.” “I do. So, so much.” “And I love it when you’re mine, Cecily.” “Me, too.” “Only mine?” “Yes.” I chuckle. “Stop being so jealous.” His arms tighten around me. “I’m a jealous man. I’ll always think about the years you crushed on that fucker Landon.”
