HunterShe lay there like a fucking angel sent to torment me.Five years of suffocating coldness vanished the second she stepped into her room.The air smelled like her — sweet cherry and warm cinnamon.Pure. Addictive.I stood frozen in the doorway.I wanted to pinch myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. But even if it was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.Chris was back.Back in my house. Back in my mansion.From this second on, she would be permanently under my radar, breathing under my nose.Even after all this time, the sight of her sleeping in my mansion, in her old bed, hit me harder than any drug.Maroon lace clung to every curve of her body.The thin fabric doing nothing to hide the soft rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.It was semi-transparent, leaving her completely exposed to my eyes.I clenched my fists, brutally killing the urge to reach out and touch her.If this were five years ago, I wouldn't have waited a single second.I would have slid right u
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