Being Yours
' His tone was flippant, teasing, but his thumbs were pressing into her flesh, and she wondered, briefly, if there was a chance she might matter to him more than he wanted her to know.
Even so, she shook her head. She had to. 'No, I don't think we can. You see, to me, you're not just an itch that will go away the moment I give it a good scratch.'
Brand's eyebrows shot up, and to further confuse her he laughed. 'An itch? Isabella, I promise you I've never thought of you as an itch. As you say, itches eventually go away.' His lips twitched. 'You seem not to.'
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