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furniture you fucked other chicks on.”
    Tate’s hand shot out and grasped my arm tightly, spinning me around so I was flush hard against his rigid body. If I thought he was pissed before, now he was about ready to explode. His eyes glared bottom-of-the-ocean blue at me while his jaw clenched tight.
    “Seriously, Savannah? Is this how our relationship is going to be? Are we constantly going to discuss who has fucked whom? You want to know my number? Is that what this is about? I’ve fucked a lot—a shitload, actually.” He dropped his face dangerously close to mine, his breath tickling my lips as he spoke. “But there is one major difference between you and them, Savannah. You are the only one I’ve made love to. The only one. Not even Candice got that. It’s you, Sav. We fuck each other senseless but we also make love, and that’s what is important to me. I don’t want to keep going around on a roller coaster with you. Yes, I fucked Chelsea, and yes, she filmed it, but it was before you. Way before you.”
    My head spun dangerously out of control and my eyes became fuzzy as I realized that I wasn’t breathing. Tate’s words tumbled around my head, colliding with every thought and emotion I’d had jammed in there since that fateful day in New York City. I gasped deeply, begging for air to fill my empty lungs. There was absolutely no denying his love for me. His heart and soul were a on a platter for me, available for me and me only.
    He had changed everything he once had been for me. His past was his past, and mine was no better than his. I had been a slut—there was no denying it. I had fucked for therapy. I had fucked for relief, desperate for a few minutes away from my tumultuous memories. But now, love was helping me more than I could ever have dreamed of, and the man in front of me my second chance.
    “I fucking hate that bitch.”
    “So do I, but can we just not talk about her? All I can think about right now is bending you over that desk and christening it.”
    “I’m not just going to jump right back into fucking you, Tate,” I groaned, trying desperately to hide the smile begging to shine. I clenched my legs tightly together, silently pleading with my body not to come undone. The smirk that spread over his face was a clear indication that he didn’t believe a single word I was saying.
    “Wanna make love then?” he asked with a sly grin.
    “If I’m not fucking you, then I’m certainly not making love to you.”
    “Really? Well that’s not what your flushed cheeks, jagged breathing, and increased heartbeat say.” He placed his hand directly over my heart, and I knew for a fact that it was thumping dangerously hard. His eyes flashed over my face and dropped to take in my heaving chest against his hand. “Let me make you forget her. Let me fuck the memories of her and me out of your head. You and I need to take up every space in your pretty mind.”
    What the hell was he trying to do to me? Every inch of my body was alight for him. My heart was defrosting for him. And as he looked at me with hooded eyes full of devotion and anticipation, I knew this was it. This was my choice. He was giving me this moment, one last chance to move forward, make a future together, and laugh in the face of the past or throw our relationship into the hot pits of hell for the world to no longer include Tate and Savannah.
    For two months, I fought emotions I’d never known existed and every thought I’d suffered was desperately trying to derail everything that was Tate and Sav. This whole situation could have been stopped if I had just been confident in our relationship. We were in this fucked-up situation because of my insecurities, yet here he was, standing before me, giving me the potential of having his entire world.
    “Tate,” I breathlessly and painfully said.
    “Yes, Savannah?” His breath tickled my lips as he hovered closely to me. One measly step was all I needed to take to be chest to chest with