“I—I was jealous.” “And why were you jealous, Orlaith?” The question skates over my fervid flesh like the smooth slide of a blade, dropping my thrashing heart into my stomach. “Because in the gardens, when I first saw you ...” I pause, knowing I shouldn’t say what I want to say. Knowing that’s crossing a line that should be left uncharted until I draw my last breath. “Go on,” he commands, and the simple slash of it almost brings me to my knees. Probably would if I weren’t tethered to the way his lips move against my skin every time he speaks. “I saw you smile at her ...” His body locks. Though
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