ROBYN
If he thought he could scare me with his tone, he was wrong.
I strode across the room, determined to understand him and accept that he thought his flaws. I really liked what we had. I liked how he made me feel, how he protected me, and how he treated my mother. I would give us a chance if he felt the same. I also felt that he wanted this unconventional relationship to work.
“Spade—”
“What the f**k are you doing?” His voice was cold as ice. His posture was as stiff as a slab of stone.
“You can punish me. You can hate me, hurt me, kick me out of this room, or out to the curb, but I wanna touch you. I wanna feel your warm skin against my fingertips. And I won’t stop until you completely open up to me and trust me.”
“Good luck with that because it might take a century. Do you have
