The Fontaines of Hollywood series: The Mystery of You
To believe in the fantasy while it lasts.
Rafe is, too. Every night - and often during the day - I look up to find him watching me, staring at me hungrily with that look I've come to know so well. It doesn't take much from me - a smile, a glance from beneath my lashes, a soft word - to have him crossing the room to me and taking me in his arms, kissing me fiercely. Sometimes I tell myself that I'll try to free myself from this enchantment he's put on me, but my body betrays me every time. Every time, I melt in his hands, sink into his kisses, and promise myself that this will be the last time we make love. It never is.
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