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“It’s very... you.”

Prowling toward me, Jason took an ounce of air from the room with every step, until he was on me, the air gone and my lungs burning with need. “You are so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

I reached up and palmed his cheek, his scruff like sandpaper beneath my skin. “It isn’t for you to decide what you deserve.”

“The things I want to do to you would definitely make me undeserving.”

My lips parted on a soft ‘Oh’.

“Last chance,” he warned, his eyes darkening to the color of his sheets.

“I’m not running,” I said defiantly.

“Good, because I’d chase you to the ends of the earth. You’re mine, Felicity. Every single piece of you.”

Jason

My eyes traced over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks; her slightly parted lips, soft and pink and utterly kissable.

“Where to start?” I pressed my palm against Felicity’s breastbone, dragging it down her sweater until my fingers found the hem. Slowly, I tugged the material up her body, letting it bunch around her shoulder