Passionate Hate
Mereolonawould you like to sign the contract ch 1the surgeon's rejected girlfriendi was forced to donate two hearts, and my husband went mad with regretstay off my operating table
This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little.
“Flustered? No” I answered.
He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion.
“So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again.
What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.