into her mug. “Why would I have anything to hide from you?”
I ’ve kissed every inch of that silky smooth skin. I’ve touched every millimetre of her body, felt her lips against my skin, against my lips, against my body. I’ve felt her against me. I’ve held her while she slept, watched her, imagined her as mine for good.
I remember every second since she walked back into my life two years ago. I remember it all. I remember her comments, her smile, and her carefree attitude. I remember her from up close and afar. I remember her. All of her.
The memories mean I know something is up , and that there’s serious things swirling in her pretty little head.
“ You tell me, beautiful.” I set the mug down on the counter next to me. “Talk to me, Jen.”
“ Why?” She looks up and there’s a mixture of fire and ice in her eyes, both contrasting in a way that makes desire look like a passing glance.
“ Because-”
“ So you can tell your sister not to mention your name around me?” She puts her mug down. “So you can go home and carve another notch or five into your bedpost? Why, Bing? Why do you need to know how I’m feeling?”
I move in front of her , and she puts her hands against me to move me away. I grip her wrists and move my hands so my fingers link with hers. I lean my hips against her, holding her in place against the side as I hold her hands tightly.
“ Because I care, Jen.” My voice is soft. “I care if you’re happy, sad or angry. I care if you don’t feel good enough, if you don’t feel like you can face the day. It matters to me if you’re having a bad day and need a cuddle because I want to be the one to hold you. I told you I cared, girl, didn’t you believe me, really?”
She shakes her head no, ever so slightly. I breathe out a long, tortured sigh.
“I want you, Jennifer Mason. I must be fucking crazy, but God knows I do. I don’t want you once, or twice, or five times. I don’t want you on my fucking bedpost with a silk scarf. I want you on my heart with a bed of roses. I want to wake up next to you, holding you, loving you. I want to see that smile, hear those dumb ass comments you’re so fond of, and I want to wrestle you into bed each night. I want to worship your body, treat you like the goddess you were born as. I want to make you mine, babe. I want to make you forget the rest of the world. I want to be your world, ‘cause I’ll be damned if you aren’t becoming mine.”
JEN
My heart stopped beating for the whole two minutes he spoke, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t starting again anytime soon.
For the first time, I really, truly understand why it took Lexy so long to trust Alec. Faced with a playboy with a reputation bigger than his tools, you have to think. You can ’t jump into everything head first. You have to dip a toe in, test the waters, and ease your body in gradually. Ease your heart in.
Alec couldn ’t have broken Lexy’s heart even if he’d wanted to, with the exception of Vi’s secret, but Bing? Samuel ‘Bing’ Edwards has the power to turn my heart into a ball of ash, a shattered ball of nothing. He has the power to turn me into nothing.
And the sad thing is, is that I know this. I ’ve known it for months. I knew it even when I told Carl I loved him towards the end. I didn’t, and I don’t think he meant it either.
Forever doesn ’t always mean forever. Dreams aren’t always infinite. Always doesn’t have to mean the universe.
Always, forever, dreams. They ’re spur of the moment words used in spur of the moment sentences. I don’t believe in forever and always. I have more integrity and dignity than to believe that, than to promise myself to someone for that long. If forever will happen then I’ll be happy to be proved wrong, but the person I want to prove me wrong is the person most unlikely to.
The person stood in front of me that just told me he wants me.
He wants me. Not as a quick fuck, a one night stand. He wants
I ’ve kissed every inch of that silky smooth skin. I’ve touched every millimetre of her body, felt her lips against my skin, against my lips, against my body. I’ve felt her against me. I’ve held her while she slept, watched her, imagined her as mine for good.
I remember every second since she walked back into my life two years ago. I remember it all. I remember her comments, her smile, and her carefree attitude. I remember her from up close and afar. I remember her. All of her.
The memories mean I know something is up , and that there’s serious things swirling in her pretty little head.
“ You tell me, beautiful.” I set the mug down on the counter next to me. “Talk to me, Jen.”
“ Why?” She looks up and there’s a mixture of fire and ice in her eyes, both contrasting in a way that makes desire look like a passing glance.
“ Because-”
“ So you can tell your sister not to mention your name around me?” She puts her mug down. “So you can go home and carve another notch or five into your bedpost? Why, Bing? Why do you need to know how I’m feeling?”
I move in front of her , and she puts her hands against me to move me away. I grip her wrists and move my hands so my fingers link with hers. I lean my hips against her, holding her in place against the side as I hold her hands tightly.
“ Because I care, Jen.” My voice is soft. “I care if you’re happy, sad or angry. I care if you don’t feel good enough, if you don’t feel like you can face the day. It matters to me if you’re having a bad day and need a cuddle because I want to be the one to hold you. I told you I cared, girl, didn’t you believe me, really?”
She shakes her head no, ever so slightly. I breathe out a long, tortured sigh.
“I want you, Jennifer Mason. I must be fucking crazy, but God knows I do. I don’t want you once, or twice, or five times. I don’t want you on my fucking bedpost with a silk scarf. I want you on my heart with a bed of roses. I want to wake up next to you, holding you, loving you. I want to see that smile, hear those dumb ass comments you’re so fond of, and I want to wrestle you into bed each night. I want to worship your body, treat you like the goddess you were born as. I want to make you mine, babe. I want to make you forget the rest of the world. I want to be your world, ‘cause I’ll be damned if you aren’t becoming mine.”
JEN
My heart stopped beating for the whole two minutes he spoke, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t starting again anytime soon.
For the first time, I really, truly understand why it took Lexy so long to trust Alec. Faced with a playboy with a reputation bigger than his tools, you have to think. You can ’t jump into everything head first. You have to dip a toe in, test the waters, and ease your body in gradually. Ease your heart in.
Alec couldn ’t have broken Lexy’s heart even if he’d wanted to, with the exception of Vi’s secret, but Bing? Samuel ‘Bing’ Edwards has the power to turn my heart into a ball of ash, a shattered ball of nothing. He has the power to turn me into nothing.
And the sad thing is, is that I know this. I ’ve known it for months. I knew it even when I told Carl I loved him towards the end. I didn’t, and I don’t think he meant it either.
Forever doesn ’t always mean forever. Dreams aren’t always infinite. Always doesn’t have to mean the universe.
Always, forever, dreams. They ’re spur of the moment words used in spur of the moment sentences. I don’t believe in forever and always. I have more integrity and dignity than to believe that, than to promise myself to someone for that long. If forever will happen then I’ll be happy to be proved wrong, but the person I want to prove me wrong is the person most unlikely to.
The person stood in front of me that just told me he wants me.
He wants me. Not as a quick fuck, a one night stand. He wants
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