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049 | Twisted firestarter

Caleb’s POV

My dick wouldn’t go down. I crossed my legs, winced, and smoothed out my expression before Rhiannon could notice anything was wrong. But fuck – it was so, so wrong. Everything was seriously messed up but, as I looked at her, her lips and cheeks flushed, her eyelids heavy, her sharp-as-all-hell eyeliner smudged, I didn’t want to make it right.

She’d dropped her cool, unbothered demeanour. This was one of those rare moments where I felt like I was getting to see beneath her sarcastic façade. I’d barely seen it before and, as much as I hated that she’d thought she’d seen something and split our kiss apart, part of me was glad.

Because oh, goddess, this went deeper than attraction or even lust. The mate bond was in me, everywhere, telling me that after we’d sated our more carnal needs we’d lie together, tangled on the bed, the desk, hell, in the snow, and just talk. About everything. There would be endless nights and days to fill with learning, with filling in the gaps between
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