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292 pages, ebook
First published November 20, 2013
I wanted him, just not the world he lived in.Trip and Layla have spent too many years of their lives apart. They are both invested and willing to do whatever it takes to make it work between them. They were still them. The couple they were always meant to be.
“You’re mine, Lay you always have been. The thing is, thought, is that I’m yours. You own me. You always did. This is happening. And we’re making it work this time.”
“Everything looks bigger on the screen. Except me. I’m just as huge in real life. So is my dick.”
Every choice we’d ever made, every road we’d ever traveled brought us to this place. Every bad decision, every stupid screwup, every bit of drama. Every beautiful second together, every miserable hour apart... led us here.

















I've always loved you, Lay. It's always been you.
No relationship is perfect, Loo. You have to decide to accept the imperfections and realise that what matters is that you're perfect together.
“You’re mine, Lay. You always have been.” His hands moved to cup my face, fixing my eyes to his. “The thing is, though, is that I’m yours. You own me. You always did. This is happening. And we’re making it work this time.”
“I’m in love with you, Trip. I love you. I always have.”
It looked as though he’d been slapped in the face by my words. Pain drifted across his features as he dropped his head and shook it. “I know.”
Not the words I was imagining, and the unexpectedness made me laugh.
“You know? Oh my God. Did you just Han Solo me?”
…
“I know you love me. I know, and it’s incredible.” He looked down at me, his eyes a shifting pool of blue, the corner of his lip quirked into a lopsided smile as he gently swiped my hair behind my ear. He buried his face against my neck, his breath tickling against my skin as he whispered softly, “Because I am completely in love with you right back.”
“My God, every time, it never fails. You happen to me all over again.” He swiped a palm across my cheek and added, “I never stopped loving you, Lay. You were always with me. Everywhere.”
“I’ve been standing here plotting how to keep you naked twenty-four hours a day.”
“Might be kinda hard to go back down to the party. Or the supermarket. Or church.”
That made him chuckle. “Oh, it’ll be hard alright. In fact…” he pulled me against his hips again, “I’d say it already is.”
“Wow, that was bad.”
“I’ll show you bad.”
“Stop talking, you retard! Just take off your damned pants already.”
“I’ll show you retard.”
“Oh my God.”
His hands went to the belt at his waist, and then he slid his zipper down. Slowly. The move would have been sexy as hell if he hadn’t thrown out this line along with it: “Want me to dance for you?”
“Oh my God! Just shut up!”
“Everything looks bigger on the screen. Except me. I’m just as huge in real life. So’s my dick.”
“You were my first love, babe. I want you to be my last.”











