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He turns away and he looks tightly wound; muscles tensing under skin.
Everything about him has become my favorite thing.
I never had a preference for blue eyes before I met him. I never knew I cared for freckles until I saw his face. I didn't know I could love the way someone walked until I watched him enter a room.

I want her naked in this moonlight.
I want to lay her down under the stars. I want to feel the wind on my back when I make her scream. I can't fucking breathe.

I press my face to her throat, my lips grazing her pulse, and I breathe her in like an addict, my head hot and drunk.
She whimpers as I skate my nose along the nape of her neck, and then I taste her there, my tongue hot against her skin, and she makes a sound like a stifled sob, the impact branding my bones.
"James," she says, sounding almost panicked. "James-"
I'm out of my mind.

I drag my hands down her back, sealing our bodies together, and I can feel everything through her thin clothes— every soft curve meeting every inch of my hardened body—and the pleasure is so intense it's nearly blinding. Her head falls back on a soft moan.

Stripping her slowly suddenly seems like a good idea. Falling to my knees right here in the middle of this diner suddenly seems like the best idea I've had in years.

I've never felt this kind of need, this kind of fever, this honeyed heat moving through my blood. I never imagined I could desperately want someone to touch me. All of me.
I never knew I might be willing to beg for it.

"I want to know what you want, Rosabelle, because I want to know if you think about me," he says roughly, "the way I think about you, because I'm beginning to lose my fucking mind every time you look at me. The amount of work I have to do just to act normal around you-" He makes a gutted sound. "All you have to do is walk into a room and I wish we were alone. You breathe and I wish we were alone.”

The relief I feel around him is intoxicating.
I'm soon soft in the head, loose in my bones, distracted by the fringe of his dark eyelashes as he studies me.
I need to get away from him. I need— I need help.
I want to climb into his lap. I want to push up his shirt, drag my hands down his bare chest, press my face to his heated body. I want to breathe him in. I want to lick the salt off his skin.
I want to scream.

.One is from my wife.
I like the name Lily for a girl. :) But if it's a boy we should name him Aaron. Then I'll have two of you. :) :)

"Here's the question," he says. "If J asked you to go to the moon for her, would you go to the moon?"
"Yes."

The precious few hours a day I have to myself I like to spend with my wife. I don't go out at night unless I'm with my wife.
If Ella isn't with me, I'm in the wrong place.

"Here's the real philosophical question: If she'd actually managed to get you alone for ten minutes, would she have been happy with the reality of you?"
"No."
"Because I feel like what they really want is just, like, the fantasy, you know?"

Apparently, he walked in to discover Rosabelle asleep in James's arms. As if this news wasn't bad enough, the admission was followed by a litany of profane remarks riddled with typos—a result of having been sent in rapid-fire succession.
Is this a fucking joke??????
SHE'S A PSYCOPATH
JUST LIKE YOU

"She's an assassin. Big difference."
Adam blanches. "Oh my God," he says, pushing his hands through his hair. "It's happening again. I can't believe I have to live through this again-"

"You don't even know her."
"How am I supposed to know her?" he counters. "She's like a mini Warner. She doesn't talk. She doesn't smile. She doesn't eat. Her only personality trait is being a good murderer."

"You've infiltrated the wrong family.
Betray him, and I will break your soul. If you run, I will hunt you. Retreat will be impossible. There will be no forgiveness. I will not allow you to surrender. I'll make you beg for the days of torture you enjoyed under The Reestablishment-"

Leaning in, he said, "I think it's time for you to get to know me, Rosabelle. So I'm going to tell you a secret." At that, I stiffened.
"If I discover that your intentions here include seducing my brother in order to manipulate him, I will personally oversee the methodical evisceration of your existence."

And I've never been able to get him to admit this out loud, but considering the fact that I personally assisted Warner with the landscaping out back, I can say with conviction that he planted dozens of rosebushes strategically, so they'd be visible from this room when in bloom.
Even now, in this coastal winter, the artfully designed scenes outside the window are green and idyllic.
The man is an incurable romantic.

He does his wife's laundry.

Warner's constantly bringing her flowers and changing out the vases, so it always feels nice and smells good. It's also maybe not a surprise to learn that he cleans his own house meticulously. Maybe everyone else is ready to piss their pants when Warner speaks, but when I see him I'm picturing the guy who spent a free Saturday afternoon cleaning out his kitchen cabinets.

I'm sure Warner never thought so many people would spend this much time in their bedroom. He probably hates it.
I really like it.
It's cozy in here. Good light, lush
fabrics, comfortable seating. Big windows overlooking the backyard.

"Rosabelle is my problem."
"Let her be someone else's problem."
"She's already mine," I say darkly. "And I don't like sharing my problems with people."

"Really?" he says, his jaw tensing. "This is the first girl you decide to bring home to your family?"
I manage a grim smile. "Sorry. She gets nervous around strangers."

She squirms beneath me and I take a sharp breath, suddenly fighting for my life.
Even now. Here. In the rain.
"Okay, I need you to stop moving like that or this is going to get really embarrassing for one of us."
She pushes at my chest again, then drags her hands angrily down my body. "Let me go-"
I take another breath. "Me. Just me.
Really embarrassing for me."
"James-"

"T'm fine," I say, pressing another kiss to her jaw, then her shoulder. "I can deal with anything as long as I get to come home to you."
Her responding affection is both wild and tender. It's like being bound in warm light.
Out loud she only sighs, her head tilting back. "Aaron."
"Yes, love?"

She's known to the world as Juliette
Ferrars.
She'll always be Ella to me.

"Most of the time, I find life doesn't go the way you want it to," Nasir said, his dark brown eyes creasing at the corners. "But most of the time, things turn out the way they should."