He likes the way she moves closer; it fills him with this endless smug pleasure that he can practically feel dripping right off his broad shoulders. Now there's a light in his eyes as well as in his smile.
"Yeah? Do a lot of guys tell you that?"
The single word mine grabs his attention again and while they haven't had any conversations about exclusivity, he's starting to think he wouldn't mind if they did. Honestly, he doesn't want to share her with anybody. In fact, the very thought of that gives rise to a not-so-little flare of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.
He doesn't mind it at all. If a man can't be possessive of the person he's sleeping with every night, then what's the point?
He wants her. He wants her in the worst and best way. If it was up to him, they'd spend all their time alone together because really, when you have something like what they have, who needs the rest of the world? Or the rest of the universe, as the case may be?
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"Yeah? Do a lot of guys tell you that?"
The single word mine grabs his attention again and while they haven't had any conversations about exclusivity, he's starting to think he wouldn't mind if they did. Honestly, he doesn't want to share her with anybody. In fact, the very thought of that gives rise to a not-so-little flare of jealousy in the pit of his stomach.
He doesn't mind it at all. If a man can't be possessive of the person he's sleeping with every night, then what's the point?
He wants her. He wants her in the worst and best way. If it was up to him, they'd spend all their time alone together because really, when you have something like what they have, who needs the rest of the world? Or the rest of the universe, as the case may be?