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Excerpt!
My chest felt empty with her absence. I wanted to hold her tightly to me for even just a few seconds more. I didn’t often think about the danger or my mortality, but Weston, Crosby, and Callie were my soft spots, my proverbial Achilles’ heel. I’d take a bullet for them all, but what I really wanted was to see all three of them again, have them in my life forever. Tiny explosions of emotion ran amok under my skin. I was not one to run my mouth, but I wanted to tell Callie how she made me feel—possessive, jealous, territorial, and close to the edge of stability.
Callie Langdon, you make me crazy. I want to ravage your sexy, smart mouth and make you stop staring at me with eyes full of innocence. I want to suck and lick you until they’re clouded with the sweet haze of lust.
I tugged my fingers through my hair and scrubbed my hands down my face.
“You’re the one who needs to be careful, Asa. Come back in one piece, that’s all I ask for.” She cuffed my shoulder in a fake jab that made my heart hurt. I wanted to crush her delicately, deflower her in her own damn front yard. But I chided myself for getting out of hand. Callie was still a girl, and I was already a man. My duty was to go and fight, defend both Callie’s and Crosby’s fierce independence—their right to thrive and rise on their own.
“Go inside, it’s getting cold.” Of all the things I could have left her with, monumental or trite, I told her to go away—the precise opposite of what instinct was telling me to do.
Callie Marie, I will see you again. If I have to escape death for that reason alone, I’ll see to it.
When she hit the top step, Callie slowly turned to see if I was still watching, as if letting go were easy. Her eye contact unraveled a thread that had been tightly wound inside me. It snapped and she bolted, rushing back down the stairs and into my arms. I pulled her head to my chest and cradled her close to my heart.
“I haven’t forgotten the promises I made,” I whispered, even though the lights were off and no one was around to witness our secrets. I caressed her long hair that fell over one shoulder. Alone in the woods, wet from the rain and angry at my inattention, she’d pledged her virginity to me. I hadn’t forgotten. What was sacred to her was also sacred to me.
“Asa, I’m scared.”
Even our fear was forged in the fires of want and need.
“Callie, I’ll come back.”
“Promise me?”
“I’ll be back, Callie. If only to make good on all my promises.” She shoved off me then and charged up the steps like she had something to outrun.
I could wait a lifetime if my reward was Callie Langdon.
Excerpt!
My chest felt empty with her absence. I wanted to hold her tightly to me for even just a few seconds more. I didn’t often think about the danger or my mortality, but Weston, Crosby, and Callie were my soft spots, my proverbial Achilles’ heel. I’d take a bullet for them all, but what I really wanted was to see all three of them again, have them in my life forever. Tiny explosions of emotion ran amok under my skin. I was not one to run my mouth, but I wanted to tell Callie how she made me feel—possessive, jealous, territorial, and close to the edge of stability.
Callie Langdon, you make me crazy. I want to ravage your sexy, smart mouth and make you stop staring at me with eyes full of innocence. I want to suck and lick you until they’re clouded with the sweet haze of lust.
I tugged my fingers through my hair and scrubbed my hands down my face.
“You’re the one who needs to be careful, Asa. Come back in one piece, that’s all I ask for.” She cuffed my shoulder in a fake jab that made my heart hurt. I wanted to crush her delicately, deflower her in her own damn front yard. But I chided myself for getting out of hand. Callie was still a girl, and I was already a man. My duty was to go and fight, defend both Callie’s and Crosby’s fierce independence—their right to thrive and rise on their own.
“Go inside, it’s getting cold.” Of all the things I could have left her with, monumental or trite, I told her to go away—the precise opposite of what instinct was telling me to do.
Callie Marie, I will see you again. If I have to escape death for that reason alone, I’ll see to it.
When she hit the top step, Callie slowly turned to see if I was still watching, as if letting go were easy. Her eye contact unraveled a thread that had been tightly wound inside me. It snapped and she bolted, rushing back down the stairs and into my arms. I pulled her head to my chest and cradled her close to my heart.
“I haven’t forgotten the promises I made,” I whispered, even though the lights were off and no one was around to witness our secrets. I caressed her long hair that fell over one shoulder. Alone in the woods, wet from the rain and angry at my inattention, she’d pledged her virginity to me. I hadn’t forgotten. What was sacred to her was also sacred to me.
“Asa, I’m scared.”
Even our fear was forged in the fires of want and need.
“Callie, I’ll come back.”
“Promise me?”
“I’ll be back, Callie. If only to make good on all my promises.” She shoved off me then and charged up the steps like she had something to outrun.
I could wait a lifetime if my reward was Callie Langdon.
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