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I try to ignore his closeness, but I cannot ignore the tingling sensations coursing through my body. How can he ignite my desire every time? "You are utterly indecent," he murmurs, "so absurd." He presses his cold lips against my cheek, and the surroundings spin. The smell of his breath makes it impossible to think. He pulls me to his chest. "Shall I tell you how heartless you are?" His fingers move slowly down my spine, his breath coming more quickly against my skin. He tilts his head slowly and touches his cool lips to mine very gently, parting them slightly.

Once we knew our fire could set a city on fire, we would never stop burning. His tongue moves so well that I can feel it in other parts of me. He places himself between my legs, but not enough to touch me, and his hands cup my hips. We run out of oxygen again, this time more quickly. When we pull away, I'm grateful to be seated, because my whole body goes limp. An incredible mix of relaxation and tension. Open your eyes. LeBlanc presses his forehead against mine, and for the first time I see him affected. She's not in the center of the world right now, with her lips reddened and smeared with my lip gloss, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged.

He handed me his phone, on which I saw a blurry photo of a page from my old travel journal from college. No wonder he always knew my next destination. "When did you take this? How do I not remember?" He touched his nose sheepishly. "Back then, I saw that you always wrote in that notebook, and I got curious. One time, while you were writing, I secretly snapped a picture." As I handed the phone back, my finger accidentally swiped to the next page. At the top, there were two words in bold letters. "Seduction Plan." I could hardly believe it. Theodore, who always appeared like a gentle man, had secretly written out detailed plans to seduce me into cheating.

My chest stutters when I wonder what it would be like if he wasn't afraid of me, what it would be like to have him not afraid of my touch when he's awake. I release a shaky breath as I stroke his cheek with my thumb. “How am I supposed to walk away when you react like this? How am I supposed to let you go after getting a glimpse of what I could have with you?” I whisper brokenly. I slowly lean forward until my face is inches from his. I close my eyes and take a deep, slow breath in, filling my lungs with the scent of my mate. I open my eyes and slowly close that last little bit of distance, tilting my chin up and gently pressing my lips to his forehead. I hold my lips against his skin, and m

He was not wearing our wedding ring. I pushed him away. My voice came out soft. "I want a divorce. I don't love you anymore." When he left me alone every night, when 55 of my calls went unanswered, when he was busy taking photos of Bianca Moretti's baby… my heart had already died. Cesare froze, his face drained of color. It was as if he had not heard me correctly. "You... What did you just say?"

“It’s so hot, and this is an outdoor party. She’s suffering from heatstroke, yet she lies on the ground and continues to pretend. A cold drink will fix her right up!” Suddenly, I felt like I was about to die. My heart pounded violently, and my shoulders started shaking. I gasped for air, but nothing reached my lungs. My throat let out harsh, ragged breaths. The guests saw that something was wrong with me and stepped back in fear. “She… she’s not actually dying, is she?” Ethan’s eyes widened. His whole body trembled as he froze in place.

Something that made my breath catch for a different reason. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to push it down. I felt him shift slightly, just enough that his face was closer now, his breath brushing faintly against my temple. “Breathe,” he murmured. I tried. I really did. But it came out uneven. The footsteps outside shifted again. My grip tightened on his shirt without thinking. My body tensed completely. Seconds stretched. And then—the sound of footsteps moving away. My lungs burned as I finally let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. But I didn’t move. None of us did, because we couldn’t be sure.

Adea My chest rose and fell with every breath I took. The movements slowed as I took deeper breaths. Fresh tears rushed to my eyes as the wall behind my back held me firmly upright. I’d watched him walk out of here as if I was nothing more than a good lay. My lungs shook and my body seized as I struggled with the raging winds of my emotions. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process why he was leaving, or what I’d done to make him go.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

I lifted my hand, tore the moontear brooch from over my heart, and tossed it into the fire at my feet. I turned and walked out, step by step, through the boiling chaos of the pack. Behind me, through the firelight and the screaming, I thought I heard someone call my name. A plain white carriage waited outside the grounds, Thornwood's bridal carriage, ready and waiting. I lifted the curtain, climbed in, and let it fall. “Drive.” The last small flame I'd kept burning for him burned out too.