Chance likes to be a gentleman and ask for permission, “can I have you here?” His hot breath bumps against my ear again. “Right now?” Chance can admit his faults, “they just…,” I pause to banish a deep breath. “They were messing me, trying to wind me up , and my jealousy got the better of me.” Chance has no problem setting things straight with his woman, “you’re the chick I come home to every. Night. You are the chick I fantasize about. You are the yin to my yang, babe. They’re just static. Noise.” I liked this book, I loved Chance he was a little different but I loved his personality.
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