Second Chance At Love
His intense gaze burned into mine, locking me in place.
Before I could speak, he closed the distance between us in two long strides. The heat from his body enveloped me, making my breath hitch. His scent—dark, woodsy, and infuriatingly familiar—wrapped around me like a forbidden embrace.
“Kiss him!” Cy urged, “Kiss him right now!” she howled and I had to swallow my desire, by remembering where we were, and who he was.
“Cassie do it!” and I had enough of Cy, so I blocked her out.
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