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”Skylar, what are you looking at?” His voice rolls over my skin, coaxing me back towards him.
I swallow and dig in, too embarrassed to meet West’s eye. ”I think I saw something in the trees.”
”Was it your ability to lie fleeing the premises?”

😂😂 Alltså West kan nog ta priset för bästa karaktär hitintills av hennes böcker jag läst 😍

Förlåt, men äääälskar West barn. Denna boken kommer vara så mycket bättre känner jag 😍

”Maybe I should sa no. Teach you a lesson.”cora gasp, and West laughs. Ford’s eyes flash with amusement. ”Sure thing. Say no. I’ll chase you down, force the ring onto your finger, and teach you a lesson of my own, Rosie.”
Before Ford can finish rolling his eyes, I dart out of the bathroom right past him.

Bästa frieriet ever 😂

”Open wide.”
”What?” As I whisper the word, he takes the key and presses it between my lips, flat on my tongue.
”Hold that there. Don’t let go. Or I’ll stop.”
My eyes widen, but I nod.

My mom passes me next, patting me on the chest. ”It’s adorable to see you so paternal. Whatever role you plan to play in her life, she’s lucky to have you.”

Kan man annat än älska hans mamma?! 🥹

”You know what I hate the most about you, Ford?” I ask.
”What’s that Rosie? He pants my name, runs his nose up the line of my neck, and tightens his hold on me.
”That hating you you is downright impossible.”

”Stay like that Rosie. Claws where I can see them.”

”Are you going to introduce me as your dick manager?” He slants his head in my direction, not making eye contact as we step into the front office. ”I don’t know,” he whispers on our way past some cubicles. ”Are you going to introduce me as your clit manager?”

🖊️❌😏

”Rosie, shut up because I’m going to kiss you right now unless you tell me not to.”

His stubble prickles at my scalp as he presses a kiss to my hair and nuzzles his cheek on the top of my head. ”Just rest for a minute then, Rosie. I got you.”

HUR FIN?! 🥹

He stands, calmly unfurling his powerful body, before stepping right in front of me and bending down to my level. His lips are a breath away, his eyes so deep and searching I can’t hold his gaze. Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail-just like he did last night. But tonight, with only one tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him. ”Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”

OMG

Han har alltså åkt tillbaka och letat upp hennes dagbok, vilken man 😭

Jag fnyser. ”Du och Kimmy bråkar aldrig.” Hon lägger huvudet mot min axel. ”Harriet. Jag är en nykter, introvert stugsittare och min flickvän är en mänsklig partybuss, inklusive blinkande lampot och snurrande strippstolpar. Klart att vi bråkar.”

HAHAHA vilken jävla beskrivning 😂😂