"He likes your curves. Rightfully claims you as his... in his mind." Asher now speaks staring at the golden boy. I carefully peek through my lashes to find him still looking at me. "Are you jealous?" I dare to ask. He sits back at the wall staring at me. He runs his eyes down my body and slowly smirks. "Yes," "Good,"...
"yoυ do вelong тo мe. yoυr ѕoυl. yoυr вody. yoυr мιnd. yoυr everyтнιng вelongѕ тo мe, poppy. ι alwayѕ geт wнaт ι wanт." (Complete) ©All Rights Reserved
❝And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.❞ { 2 0 1 4 © josie nicholson short story. all rights reserved. } edited by the great @iprobablyateit! myself and my readers can never thank you enough.