“I don’t know why it’s you, I just know that it is, Seneca,” he said. “So, before I lay you out on my bed and do my best to ruin you, I want you to understand that I’m in this for the long haul. This is real for me.” “I…” I had to clear my throat. “I’m not sure what to say to that.” “I’m not expecting you to say anything,” he replied. “I’m just telling you what the expectation is when it comes to our relationship.” “Mine or yours?” His lips twitched in a smirk. “Yours,” he answered. “I already know what’s expected of me.” “Oh, yeah? And what is expected of you?” “I’m expected to love you, protect you, provide for you, and do whatever else it is that you might need me to do,” he said, and I could feel my knees weaken. “You might as well know now how this works, baby.” “And how does it work?” “We might as well be married,” he said right before his lips found mine.”
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M.E. Clayton,
Enticing the Enemy