“You’re making this impossible. I need to tell you something,” he murmured against her hair before pulling back and looking into her eyes. His hands were warm on her shoulders. Like he was steadying himself. “What?” Her breath was ragged, and she couldn’t look away from his lips. “I’m engaged.” Her eyes snapped to his, all threads of desire doused in disbelief. Impossible. The heat in her stomach hardened into ice. Whatever she’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this. “To be married?” “What other kind of engaged is there?”
Yeah no I hate this book wtf do you mean
