ME: You 're a sick girl.
ERIN: Guilty as charged. :)

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I thought about texting Lucas, but what would i say? That i'd tossed and turned all night, thinking of his hands on me?

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Not. Your. Fault."
I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.

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I'm not blaming you-or her. Neither of you asked for what he did-there's no such thing as asking for it. That's a fucking lie argued by psychopaths and dumbasses. Okay?

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Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be...the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song "Hardliners" by Holcombe Waller)

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Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.

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Please touch me. I need you to touch me."
I didn't have to ask twice. His arms came around me, pulling me onto his lap and cradling me against his chest.
"His blood? From his nose?"
I nodded, disgusted.
"Good girl." His arms slid around me again. "God, you 're so fucking amazing."
"I want it off. I want it off."
"Yes. Soon." His fingers moved gently over my face. "I'm so sorry, Jacqueline. Jesus Christ, i can't believe i sent you out the door like that. Please forgive me."
As he caressed me, i turned my head under his chin, folding into him as small as i could get. "I'm sorry for looking her up. I didn't know-"
"Shh, baby...not now. Just let me hold you." He pulled me tighter still after grabbing his jacket from the grass nearby and draping it over me, and we stopped speaking.

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LUCAS: I've done a couple from memory but they aren't the same. Can't quite get the shape of your jaw. The line of your neck. And your lips. I need to spend more time staring at them and less time tasting them.
ME: I can't say i agree with that notion.
LUCAS: More of both, then.

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Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.

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His blood? From his nose?"
I nodded, disgusted.
"Good girl." His arms slid around me again. "God, you 're so fucking amazing.

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