CHLOE's POV
Easton gently stroked the side of my cheek while looking down at me with a look of benevolence on his face, and I noticed something in those brown orbs. It's as though they're filled with agony, mixed with an emotion that was on a different level, one that was so strong that it even overpowered his lust.
Is he falling for me? But he said he’s still in love with Rosie…
I tried to push that idea out of my mind. Maybe it was only my imagination... Again. Why am I imagining things these past few days?
I brought my hands to the back of his head and pulled him into a long, moaning kiss. Easton smiled as he grabbed his hard shaft and began sliding it up and down, the pink head rubbing against my clit... ready to plunge into me.
‘‘Easton…’’ I called out in a hushed ton
