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"Do you want it back?"
"No I want every guy to know you belong with me"
"It doesn’t have your name on it, so how do they know it’s yours?"
"They’ll know" Because it has a hole in the aro into Louisville, I’ll buy a new one and let her keep this one I’ll tell her it’s for protection on et-the-fuck-away-froo fe to ertips tease the ends of hts of where I want to kiss Breanna leave the realm of respectable territory
"This isn’t your world It’s ood that I like wearing it It s I pull her closer to ers in her hair and capture those sweet lips
She’s hesitant and I have no doubt it’s because people are near Breanna plays a little, then will slightly draay, but I continue to coax A nibble here, a slide of ue there My hands sneak under the jacket so I canher spine Each and every movement slowly thaws Breanna and hs and her caresses causebarks and Breanna juhs as she eases back and that sound soothes solance down, a part of"Well, fuck ive her a quick kiss before letting her go "It’s e that I never knew, but then again, our conversations lately have been so seriously set onthat we’ve left out the sround scratching behind the ears of a pudgy basset hound with the largest dark eyes I’ve seen "I didn’t know you had a dog"
"I don’t," he says, and then the dog leaps around Razor The dog’s tail wags, his tongue is hanging out and he continuously licks his , bad biker has been reduced to cooing
"What are you doing here, boy?" A rub behind the ears, a lick on the face in return "Did you walk all the way fro chases his own tail three tiround He rolls over to show his belly and proves he really is a boy I’’s stoood boy"
Razor eventually peers over his shoulder at me and I’m knocked breathless with how happy he appears "This is Lars"
At the mention of his name, Lars hops up on all fours, sniffs Razor’s face and then plants another wet, sloppy kiss on hiins petting hiue rolls to the side again and he pants, surveying ave me Lars the Christmas before she died" Some of the sadness that’s always attached to Razor returns