I knew my truth. I needed to hear his. My truth? There was only one man who’d ever given me butterflies with a kiss. One man whose touch set me on fire and made me believe in all the fantastical things I’d dreamed about since I was a child. Love, passion, desire. “Truth?” Rhys took a step toward me, the hard steel in his eyes giving way to turbulent thunderstorms. I took an instinctive step back until my back hit the side of our SUV. There was another car next to us, and the two vehicles formed a makeshift cocoon that crackled with electricity as he planted his hands on either side of my head.
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