“Nicely done, baby.” Blowing out a frustrated breath, Joey clamped a hand on her hip and pulled her close. “You win this round.”

His life was unpredictable, and his future was bleak, but he had no doubts that wherever he ended up, this girl would forever have a hold over him.

“This round?” Defiant as always, {{user}} looked up at him with those ridiculously sexy eyes and arched a perfectly groomed brow. “I always win, Joe.”

Yeah, she did, even when it wasn’t good for her.

Her body was pressed against his, causing her tits to brush against his chest every time she breathed. It was entirely too much in this moment, and he was having a hard time keeping his head on straight.

Joey could hear murmurs of a conversation happening around them, but he couldn’t make out a single word of it, because his entire focus was on the girl who’d been successfully tormenting him from the first day they had met.

Because Joey loved her.

Because every part of him loved every part of her.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

He fucking reveled in all of it.

She had his heart in knots, and his head spinning.

Reaching up on her tip-toes, she curled a hand around Joey’s neck and pulled his face down to hers. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know.”

“You crushed me.”

Pain. It hit him square in the chest. “I know.”

“Bad boy.” Her breath was laced with alcohol and so fucking warm on his face when she whispered, “Tell me you’re sorry.”

Pissed off and agitated, Joey gave in without a fight, too weary and too damn in love to fight his feelings. “I’m sorry.”

“How sorry?”

“Very sorry.”

“Good boy.” Her tongue was on his ear then, her body pressed flushed against his. “Now, tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” The words flew off his tongue in record time.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Hm.”