Bully

I left a trail of soft kisses along his neck and jaw, and I heard him suck in a breath when my tongue darted out to taste his skin again. “I love you, Jared,” I murmured in his ear

“I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”

I don’t want to take one more step in this world without you next to me

Are you mine?” I asked as I wiped my tears.

He kissed the corners of my mouth softly, and I felt heat rise up my neck. “Always have been,”

There was just something about the way he wanted me, the way his eyes drowned out any doubts, that made me feel powerful

You’re racing tonight?”

“Not anymore.”

“So you broke into my room to tell me “Happy Birthday” a week after my birthday?”

I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”

“Shhh, Tate. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you again. I’m sorry.”

I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.