I’ve always felt as if nothing could touch me when I was in his arms. How could he leave me? “I thought you loved me,” I whisper. “I guess I was wrong.” Kai’s arm shoots out, wrapping around my waist and crushing me to his body. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest. His breathing—fast and shallow. His other hand comes to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. Warm breath tingles my skin as he lowers his head until his mouth hovers next to my ear. “You were.” The husky timbre of his voice reverberates through me, all the way to my bones. “But only about your use of past tense.
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