CLOVER'S POV My gaze snapped to the curtains whipping wildly in the wind that poured through the cracked-open window. This was my room in my stepfather's mansion. Walls thin enough that voices carried down the hall and family and strangers were sleeping just doors away. If someone heard. "Hey, eyes on me, Lovie," Calhoun murmured, fingers gentle but insistent as they tilted my chin back to him. The moment our eyes locked, the rest of the world faded, the storm outside, the risk of being caught...none of it mattered. His stare was dark, hungry, and entirely mine. I let my eyes drift shut as his mouth claimed mine again. The kiss was slow at first, almost reverent, like he was memorizing me. Then it deepened, his tongue slid against mine, coaxing soft gasps from my throat as heat flooded every inch of me. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged; his lips were firm, demanding, tasting faintly of the red wine from dinner. Every time I tried to breathe, he chased me, angling
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