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What would Ivy say if she knew Elora was fucking her older brother?
A first kiss smelled like a man. Like clean soap with spicy undertones. Like temptation and anticipation. When Cassia closed her eyes, when she thought of the scent she wanted to inhale before a man’s lips touched hers, it was Edwin’s.
“You’ve got it wrong.” Edwin shook his head. “Trusting people is how you mend your broken heart.”
“I won’t be a secret,” he said. “I won’t play games. I won’t fuck around. I have no desire to be a whatever. We don’t need a label, but I sure as hell won’t pretend you don’t mean something. Clear?”
But neither of them moved to take it further because this wasn’t about sex. This was love.
