Chris
takes the journal from me and I have no idea where he puts it. It is
gone and my jacket follows. He steps behind me, and I forget everything
but him. His hands settle possessively on my hips, and his mouth, that
delicious, sometimes brutal mouth, brushes my ear.“You want pain and
darkness, baby, you got it.”
BEING ME, Lisa Renee Jones
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