I try turning my attention to the poster hanging beside me, but the kissing couple makes me look back at him and the deep green eyes that are burning into mine. My heart, if possible, spikes further in my chest, overriding all warning of the impending chaos that’s sure to come. “Look at me, Elle,” he says, using the deliciously low demanding voice that once made my toes curl and my eyes roll back, and I have no choice but to tilt my head to give him my attention. And all those feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else, something that terrifies me.
Now he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. I thought we would get it out of our system and move on.
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