Entangled Hearts
“Then what was it like, Lisa? Because I’m imagining him touching you. Talking to you. Kissing you. While I’m here waiting like a fool.”
“I love you,” I snapped.
His breath caught.
The tension shattered.
And then his lips were on mine—hungry, bruising, possessive. His mouth tasted like rage and desperation. He kissed me like he was trying to erase every trace of Nickolas from my skin.
When we finally pulled apart, breathless, he whispered, “Then act like it.”
I stared at him. “You have my heart Vincent .”
His grip tightened on my waist. “Then don’t test my patience, Lisa. I won’t share you. With anyone.”
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