UNBREAK MY HEART
Instead, I stood frozen, the heat of his confession burning through me like wildfire.
He wasn’t supposed to say that, not Ezra, not the man who had shoved me away with walls made of steel and loyalty, who had made it painfully clear that I was forbidden and yet here he was, standing in front of me, his voice low, his eyes fierce, like he meant every syllable.
“Ezra,” I whispered, my throat tight. “You can’t……”
“I can,” he cut me off, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing mine.
His scent, woody, musk, and something unmistakably him and it hit me like a punch. It was intoxicating and dangerous.
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