You can’t tell me
what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”
In the second it took him to turn and face me, his
expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward
me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.
“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck
bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even
flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you.

Auteur: Jamie McGuire

You can’t tell me<br />what to do anymore, Travis! I don’t belong to you!”<br />In the second it took him to turn and face me, his<br />expression had contorted into anger. He stomped toward<br />me, planting his hands on the bed and leaning into my face.<br />“WELL I BELONG TO YOU!” The veins in his neck<br />bulged as he shouted, and I met his glare, refusing to even<br />flinch. He looked at my lips, panting. “I belong to you. - Jamie McGuire




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