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CHAPTER 84: Ethan?

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 16:04:24

I sat there for a minute, frozen. Completely still except for the way my chest was rising and falling like I had just run ten miles. My skin felt too tight. Like I wasn’t even in my own body anymore.

The moonlight slashed across her bed, lighting up the curve of her shoulder, her soft cheek pressed into the pillow, those lashes like feathers against her skin. The edge of my shirt slid a little lower on her collarbone, exposing this little triangle of skin that made my brain stop functioning.

My fingers hovered just above her skin.

Don’t.

But god, I wanted to.

I didn’t want to scare her. Didn’t want her waking up and seeing this side of me. The side that wanted to tear the whole world apart just so I could have her. Just so I could keep her.

But she was right there. So soft. So close.

“God!” I breathed out heavily. “The things you do to me Camila,” I said through clenched teeth. “And you don't even fucking know.”

Didn’t know how I laid in bed at night, fists clenched,
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