Dominic Pauls' message vault to Summer Cooper:
My favorite parts of you are all of them. My favorite parts of me are the ones that belong to you.
Yours,
Nic.
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33. All of you.
Dominic.
I hold the glass of whiskey in my hand while I watch them film.
Nixon Ibai isn’t doing anything that crosses the line, but just watching him breathe in her direction makes my skin crawl. I know it’s my jealousy talking, but being almost certain he’s tasted her lips—something I haven’t done yet—makes the rage and anger in this situation grow more and more.
I’m not used to these feelings, this need to claim, possess, and make it clear who she belongs to. It’s a new and electrifying feeling. I want to bury myself so deep in Summer there’s no escape… so the deal is sealed once and for all and forever.
