**Kierra**“What do you think?” Jonathan asked, holding up a dress for me.“Nah. I’m not feeling it.”“What’s wrong with it?” he asked incredulously, running his fingers over the soft fabric. I cringed at the ruffles.“How do I say this kindly? It’s giving…I sing enchanting songs that attract woodland creatures while baking bread from scratch.”Jonathan gawked at the dress. “I think it’d look lovely on you.”“Lovely or not, I’d prefer the Slasher crop top and sweats.”“But,” he said, slowly approaching me with the dress, “my mother, who saved your life, I might add, purchased this for you,” he said softly, trying to guilt the hell out of me.It’s working, but he can’t play the ‘you’d be dead if it weren’t for my mother’ card for much longer.I grinned. “You’re an asshole.”“I’ll take that as long as you still love me,” he expressed before caressing my lips with his. That was enough to make me forget about my injuries. I cupped him through his jeans with my free hand and groaned when h
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