Twenty-Four
Justin's POV Watching Marissa take a bite of the vanilla cake caused an unexplainable longing to well up within me. My eyes refused to leave her. There was nothing different about her. The same caramel-colored hair pulled into a bun, the same gray eyes. And yet, I couldn’t look away. She ate the cake with a slow, deliberate ease, her lips wrapping around the fork in a way that made my restraint slip. The urge to close the space between us, to take that plump lower lip between my teeth, nearly sent me out of my chair. I swallowed hard, forcing the thought away. Where the hell was this coming from? She finished the last bite. Her eyes met mine, and my pulse kicked up. The urge to kiss her again settled deep in my chest. "You eat cake like it's a goddamn love affair," I said. Marissa f
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