“But mainly, he hates that he didn’t get there in time to save you.”… “He did save me.” My voice sounds inept. Jack shakes his head, gently. “No love, not in the way he wishes.”

“What, no panty ripping today?" I tease. "What is it with you and panties anyway? What's your beef with them?" He lifts his head, grinning at me. "It's a love/hate relationship, baby. I love how they look on you. Hate that they're blocking my access." I giggle.”

“Holding my face with his hands, fingers buried deep in my hair, he stares down at me in the darkness. “It’s always been you, Tru. Always.”

“He stares at me steadily, for a long moment before looking away, but I read his eyes clearly. He wants me tonight. And from what my eyes were saying back to him, I think I just said yes.”

“He leans back and stares down at me, and then I suddenly see it there in his eyes, unconcealed. The lust. The want. He wants me. He’s trying to seduce me. I’m so completely fucked.”

“He touches my face, his thumb smoothing over my lips. "You're my June, Tru.”

“Birthday present number three,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face.“I’m still yet to get you anything.”“I got all my twelve the moment you agreed to be mine.”