“Like the sun and the moon,” I said, my lips on his, his every breath ripping through me, the touch of our skin electric. “I loved him.” Jameson looked at me like I was the force of nature. Like I was the mystery for the ages. Like he could spend a lifetime solving me. “Avery.” My name escaped his lips. “Heiress.” For better or worse, this was us. Us. Us. Us.
