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"I'm just... you're frightfully intelligent, did you know?" Her heart thudded in her chest. "Frightfully?" He looked at her, his eyes narrowing as if he saw right through her. "Poor choice of words. You're astoundingly intelligent." It still made her feel a little discomforted. Her ex-fiancé, Paul, had been wary of her thought processes, until she'd learned to censor herself and not delve into such topics that interested her. Kincaid leaned toward her, bringing his lips close to her ear, "Your great, big intellect makes me want to do naughty things to you, Miss McLaren."
I can't give you forever.
But I can give you my heart, poor, pathetic thing it is.
