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Chatham watched her eyes close, saw coppery lashes settle briefly along freckled cheeks and felt a twinge of something foreign, like a vine sprouting through snow.
Woah!!!! top tier metaphor mfers
“Perhaps we should find a bed together, love.” “Would you kindly cease your nonsense? Just … go lie down. We can discuss the house when you are feeling better.”
Lmao
She took two long steps, and suddenly she was so near, he could smell her. Clean and sweet and complex, her scent was lily of the valley blended with ripe pears and something more elusive. He had the strangest urge to devour her bite by bite until he knew the final ingredient.
Goes crazy
Taking care to keep his expression from revealing more than he wished her to know, he said, “Do as you like with the house. Burn it to the ground. Rebuild it into a palace.” He tilted his head and casually extended his arm to stroke a knuckle over her still-hard nipple.
Just had to have a moment to myself
“I am looking at you.” “Well, yes. Now that she is gone.” “Always. Even when I close my eyes, you are burned into me. I see nothing else.”
Jesus
“You love me,” she whispered to his palm, where ugly burns swirled in the beautiful pattern of irises, lilies, and the shape of her initials: CL. Charlotte Lancaster.
I gasped
