They looked at each other like foreigners.
“You are why I am so together as I am…” Terrence said.
She looked at him, her heart full, and she closed her eyes.
And he became familiar to her again, when she felt him warm so close to her from underneath his skin.
When she felt his heart.
“But you have to understand that it is hard for me–now–when I know that I cannot compete with Rafe, and people see us together in a photo, and wonder who is she with when she is engaged to Mr. Perfect?”
“I don’t care–”
Eliza was getting animated, and about to wave her arms. when Terrence held them, and used them to pull her close to him to let his lips hover over her parted ones. She was hungry for his kiss, and pursed her lips over his as he licked their contours.
“I know you don’t care…” he stated, his tongue in the crook of her lips before he kissed her. She pulled him close to her, and pressed herself against him with the fever he created in her. He responded to her with equal fever, and she was practically scorched by the time they were naked and one on his bed.
This was what she knew, this was who they were to each other and there was nothing foreign about that for her. Nothing foreign as her body cooled with spent fever after…
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