I love that it’s our thing … so do you want me to put them back on so you can rip them off?
Samantha TowleI’ve only ever loved one girl, Tru – and that’s you. It’s always been you. I loved you from the moment I knew how to love.
Samantha TowleAnd that’s why I prefer to dance in the bedroom.
Samantha TowleGod, he’s such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times.
And I totally fancy him.
No I don’t.
Yes, I do.
No. I. Don’t.
Ah fuck.
He leans back and stares down at me, and then I suddenly see it there in his eyes, unconcealed. The lust. The want. He wants me. He’s trying to seduce me. I’m so completely fucked.
Samantha TowleHe looks up at my approach and the second my eyes meet with his, whatever sense I had just talked myself into, packs its bags and fucks off, leaving me to the mercy of my hormones.
Samantha TowleHolding my face with his hands, fingers buried deep in my hair, he stares down at me in the darkness.
“It’s always been you, Tru. Always.
You’re not just any girl. You’re my girl.
Samantha TowleYou ask what I want from you?” His eyes move to my lips, then my eyes. “I want you, Tru. I just want you. All day, every day.
Samantha TowleBirthday present number three,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face.
“I’m still yet to get you anything.”
“I got all my twelve the moment you agreed to be mine.
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