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Got some knowledge for you." "Oh? What's that?" His lips touched her forehead. "Don't give a f*ck what else I got. Ain't never sharin you.

Gots me an idea, now. Whyn't you come on into bed with me, let me give you it.

You so f*ckin pretty, you got that?” The hand moved lower. “So pretty everywhere.” She swallowed. Her mouth had gone so dry it was hard to talk. “To you, maybe.” “Aye.” His lips moved further up her neck until he pulled away enough for their eyes to meet. “Aye, to me.

Give you whatany you want, Chessiebomb. Anything.

Terrible was... He was a miracle in a world without miracles, and she couldn't believe her luck. And there was nothing, absolutely fucking nothing, that she wouldn't do to keep him in her life. Because without him it wouldn't be a life at all.

Just thinking about him made her smile, sent a cheerful little shiver up her spine. Love was terrifying and weird, and sometimes uncomfortable. But it was so fucking sweet