“You’re fun to play with, you know,” Emmerson whispered, like a secret. “No one has ever told me that before,” he answered, just as low. “Good,” Emmerson said, lolling his head to the side and exposing his adorned neck. He glanced at him from under his lashes. “That means I get to keep you all to myself.” West was hypnotized, burning up, going crazy. This felt like a fantasy, and he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. In fact, if it was all going to be ripped away from him in an instant, he needed more. “You can keep me,” he said, meaning every word.”
Quote by A.M. Rose
Book:Spectral
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