“Maybe that’s exactly what I want you to do.” Otto growled this low sound that trembled through the room. My world canted to the side as he came forward to lean over me. Dizziness rushed me with this dream. Because, oh my God, was Otto Hudson actually going to touch me? He did, but not in the way I was dying for him to. He set one of those giant hands on my cheek, so big it covered the whole right side of my face. His voice scraped the dense air. “Would be the luckiest man alive, getting to touch you. But I swore to myself a long time ago that I would never hurt you, and I fuckin’ meant it.”
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