" He’ll be fine, sweetheart.” Blake set down the iPad to better contain me and his lips were at my ear. “I want you to be a good girl and do exactly as I tell you. Or next time, he won’t be walking away.” “Anything!” I promised, and craned my neck to look down at the screen to see George rolling over and getting up on his hands and knees as he looked toward the burning mass in his driveway. “Anything, I swear! Just please don’t hurt him!” “Smart girl.” “What do you need me to do?” Once again his lips were on my neck before brushing against the lobe of my ear. “Be mine.” I "
― Molly McAdams , Forgiving Lies (Forgiving Lies, #1)