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“So what if I don’t love you? I am incapable. But I miss you with every fiber of my being. Your scent, your touch, the glimpse of you. I’m haunted by the vision of you every time I close my eyes. I crave you. Your lips, your tongue, your tasty little”—he smirked and suggestively lowered his eyes—“everything.�� Evie reached up on her toes and gently nudged his lips with hers. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears, and tears burned at the back of her eyes. “Tell me more,�� she whispered against his lips. “More of what?�� he whispered back. “How you don’t love me.�� She smiled and kissed him again.”
― Sadie Bosque, A Bargain with the Rake