“I wish I could open up my mind to you, so that you would know I was telling the truth,” he confessed. “So that you would know I’m not a lying bastard, just trying to get you into my bed again.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I felt a strange sensation in my belly, a fluttering. Like my body was waking to him. “Which, just to be clear, I fully intend to do,” he admitted. I nearly laughed, but I didn’t think I could utter a single sound right then. “I might not be a lying bastard, but I am a selfish one. So fair warning, Erina…I do intend for you to be in my bed—our bed—again, and then I’ll
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