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“You know, you can’t call someone a boyfriend when you’ve never actually spoken to them before,”
“Because your cheeks are flushed, because I’ve been dreaming of what your lips taste like. Because I can barely fuckin’ control my need to claim them. Taste you.”
“You want to go on a… date?” I asked him. “Want to fuck you,” he replied bluntly.
“Wanna do things different with you. Wanna take you on a date. Give you what you deserve. Show this whole town you’re mine.” He lifted his hand to brush my cheek. “And then, I want to show you you’re mine.”
“Cupcake, I was yours the second my steel-toed boot set foot in this pink fuckin’ bakery,” he said without hesitation.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough, thick, almost animalistic. “Give me your fuckin’ eyes, Nora.”
“I love you,” he repeated without hesitation. “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. And I’ve only loved you more since I got to touch you, kiss you, make you mine. Every new thing I discover about you is yet another reason why I’m a fuckin’ goner. Why I’m yours for life. Hate that you deal with that shit, fuckin’ hate it. But you’ve been dealin’ with it alone for all these years. Making you a promise right here, right now… From this moment on, you’re not dealin’ with anything alone again.”
