Chapter 25... Vermont's POV "I can’t, Vermont… Don’t you think it’s… jumping the bridges? Going from hating each other to… fucking?" she asked, pushing me back just enough to see my face. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, and it made my cock twitch.I closed my eyes briefly, forcing myself to ignore the craving that flared through me. She wasn’t mine yet, and I wasn't going to push her to do anything."You're right," I said, voice low, keeping my eyes closed. "We shouldn’t jump the bridges." We should burn them all, I thought.Her hand lingered near my chest, brushing against me as she tilted her head."What do I need to do… to get you on top of me, my little peach?" I finally opened my eyes, hooded and dark, locking onto hers."Little peach?" she giggled, soft and high-pitched. A ridiculous, cute little sound that made something inside me ache."Isn’t that the first step to crossing a bridge? Nicknames," I teased, letting my grin play across my lips."I don’t have one for you,"
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