“You ever need me to give up a little control, all you have to do is ask. Okay?” She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. “Okay.” “Because you fucking own me too, Joey. Every single part of me. I am and always will be all yours, baby girl.” “Fuck, Max,” she breathes. “But”—I glare at her—“if you ever cuff me in my sleep again, I will make you regret it in so many ways.”
