The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy (Dearly Beloathed, #1)

by Brigitte Knightley

No more breaths were exchanged, because neither of them breathed. The scarred moon hung above them. Its light fell softly upon blushing cheeks, softly on the strand of hair that clung to Fairhrim’s lip. Her gaze was darkly brilliant. The wind sent dry lavender petals around them like chaff.

So random??? Like is this yearning if one day you just stare at each others lips for no reason???

Mordaunt was a Fyren. Just a Fyren. But was he just? When a man kills one of his own Order for you, nearly gets himself eviscerated for you, shows up half-dead at your door because of you, and collapses into your arms—is he just?

Ah yes, the perfect quality in a man: nearly dying and murdering his coworker in a very obvious way that will definitely cause problems for both of you down the line! Not a thought in his head or an ounce of foresight but at least he chose you!!!