‘When I read that one confession about Jacob’s angry/growly face, ugh, I would not mind if he would pound his anger into me so hard one night and in the morning, I’d be so sore he’d have to carry me the next day. He’d whisper “thank you’s” and “sorry’s” in my ear while kissing my forehead; hell, he’d even whisper sweet nothings in my ear also. That’s when I know that, the coming night will be filled with passion. I’d possibly tell him to go rough cause he knows that I love it.’

Confession [@thepandadrawer]