For her, he'll walk the straight and narrow. For him, she'll walk on the wild side.
She brought
her hands up to wrap around his forearms from the outside. He reminded himself
to breathe as she stroked the fabric of his suit coat as if she’d never touched
anything like it before. When she turned her face up to his, an inner fire
burned in her eyes. Banked. For him and no one else, he vowed. She was his. So.
Fucking. His.
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