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" He moved up and my ankles reveled under his scuplted hands.
Sudden panic overtook me as I realized he was about to move up to my calves. I hadn't shaved!
"Wait!" I said, sitting halfway up. "Not my legs. They're-" I was to embarrassed to finish.
"They're lovely." His face was straight, but his eyes were smiling.
"No, please." I pulled my knees protectively up to my chest and mumbled, "I didn't have time to shave this morning." Now he laughed. It was a marvelous sound, so rich.
"All right, fine, no legs. But you are missing out. I'm not through with you. Roll onto your stomach and relax again." I obeyed, letting my arms lie limp at my sides and closing my eyes. Somehow it seemed a little safer to be on my tummy.
"Mmm." He moaned, having not even touched me yet.
"What?" I asked, muffled by the poofy pillow.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that you have quite a nice little - "
― Wendy Higgins , Sweet Evil (Sweet, #1)
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" What do you want from me, Kai?”
“For starters?” His voice lowered to sexy, dangerous depths. “I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body.”
A powerful shiver ripped through me.
“So, just something physical, then?” I clarified. “That’s all you want?”
“Tell me you hate me,” he demanded. I felt the air of his words against my face.
“But I don’t hate you. I couldn’t.”
“You could,” he assured me, pulling me tighter. “And you should.”
“I’m letting you go.” My voice shook. “But only because I have to. I need to move on with my life, but I’ll never hate you.”
“The one who got away,” Kaidan murmured.
“Nobody got away,” I corrected him. “And so help me, if you start comparing us to an unfinished game that went into overtime— "
― Wendy Higgins , Sweet Evil (Sweet, #1)