She wanted to argue with him over which new couch to buy.
She wanted him to pull her over his thighs and spank herthen shove her between them and fuck her face.
She wanted her symbol tatted into the palm of his hand,because that was where he had her.
She wanted his symbol in the palm of hers, right under herpuddle of tears.
She wanted to get their tarot read together.
She wanted to listen to his heart with a stethoscope.
She wanted his cock up her ass.
She wanted to claim his.
She wanted him to paint her toenails.
She wanted every inch of him.
Every centimeter.
Every thought.
She wanted to give him every inch of her.
Every centimeter.
Every thought.
And none of this frightened her.
She felt nothing but peace.
Because he was hers.
And he had been since she was fourteen.
And she was his.
She knew this.
Because she had been since eternity.
And finally.
He was right there.
Chapter Seven
The Village
Jagger
It was safe to say, Jagger was not a morning person.
So after he spent the night at her place, Jag did not wakeup with the dawn.
He woke when he woke, refreshed, and since he was atArchie’s and the sun had no direct shot at getting into her pad, he had no ideawhat time it was.
