American Prince

I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

too busy being in love to see how loved he is.

And if I ever thought Ash held all the power in their relationship, I see it clearly now: Embry holds my husband’s heart in his hands and he doesn’t even know it.

You’re beautiful in the moonlight,

I’ll be any kind of man for you. J

“The little prince in the book is so wise but so sad. Has so much to offer this world and yet he can’t stop pining for the one he loves.”

That if this gorgeous bastard really tried, he could snap my cherry-stem heart in an instant

“My little prince. Please come back.”

I mean, I didn’t mind the deep squats so much.

A good man would have cleaned up, given Ash a drink, and unselfishly listened to everything he needed to say. A good man wouldn’t grab Ash’s still wet shirt and drag him into the bedroom for more. A good man wouldn’t spend the next five hours in rough, filthy embraces without any thought of the ring still on Ash’s finger.

But I already told you at the beginning of the story:

I am not a good man.