“Well…maybe not a gentleman,” Meg stammered. “But you know I don’t have feelings for you. I don’t like you. I clearly don’t love you.” His lips fell at that. Seafoam-green eyes glided over her body, assessing something, but she didn’t know what. He tipped his head, seeming to reach some conclusion. His hand and her pillow returned to rest on the side of her head, and he leaned in close. “I bet I could fuck your love into reality, little mate.”
