Chapter 416 His Girl Ch1

• The house was too small for what they needed. Too many walls. Too many ghosts in the corners, whispering what she’d been. What she still thought she was.
• Dean could feel it — the tremor under her skin, but not the same desperate ache that forced her to beg for a fix. This tremor was different. This tremor wanted him.
• She hadn’t said it — not out loud. But the way her fists bunched in his shirt, the way her breath hitched when his mouth brushed her cheek, the way her thighs parted just enough around his hips when he pressed her back into the kitchen chair — all of it said stay. All of it said more.