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“You have to live,” I tell him, my voice breaking. Tears are burning my skin. “You live, or no one lives.”
“What?” He exhales so hard his chest caves in. “You can’t—Baby, you can’t say things like that to me. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean—”
I’m shaking my head. “It means I care about you,” I say tightly. “So much.”
“You care about me?” he says, reaching for my face. “Rosabelle, I love you—”
AAAAAA

“I don’t even recognize myself anymore. When did this happen to me? When did I learn how to cry?
What has he done to me?”

“James will never understand what I have to do to save him. He’ll never accept that there’s only one way to infiltrate and destroy the Ark successfully.
He’ll never let me die for him.”

“I’ve lost my mind. I’m suddenly shaking with fear. This is why I can’t be around him. James makes me forget the real world. He makes me think I can actually lose myself in this fantasy.
I’m going home to die.”

NOOO

“Promise me,” he says, “that you will never intentionally put yourself in danger.”
“I stiffen. My heart stops.
His words are an ice bath.
“Promise me,” he says.”

“He slides his hands under my thighs and pulls me closer, and I feel like I’m losing my mind.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, drawing his nose up my sensitive skin, and I bite my lip so hard I nearly draw blood. It’s embarrassing how much I’m shaking. I have no defenses. No experience. No armor.”

“James,” I cry, my head spinning. “James—”
“Say it,” he says again. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “I’m yours—”
He exhales, hard, and when I feel his mouth on me a moment later I nearly exit my body.
I go blind.”

“First of all,” he says roughly. “You’re mine.”
He glides his face down my body and groans against my ribs, pausing to press slow kisses to my stomach, my hips—
My head falls back.
He’s tasting me everywhere. I’m falling apart. I feel faint and feverish.
Delirious.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says, his mouth moving against me, his voice low.”

“Please,” I gasp. “Please—”
He closes his eyes against my breasts, breathing me in, and says, “I need us to be clear on a few things.” He presses soft, searing kisses to my skin, his tongue hot, the air cold. I close a hand over my own mouth. I want to scream.”

OMGG I CANT BELEIVE THISSS AA

“He dips his head into the crook of my neck, taking a deep, anguished breath before skating his face down my skin, his lips grazing me in the moonlight. I’m almost afraid to touch him now, afraid to feed this addiction, but then I’m trailing my fingers down the sculpted lines of his torso, and I hear myself begging him for something, one word rising like a prayer to my lips.”