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A glint of humor shone in his eyes as he returned my vague answer. “Well, you might want to be careful,” I announced haughtily. “We’ve got guards in the room next to ours. If they discover you’re here … well, just don’t let that happen.” Santino strolled closer until only a breath of air was between us. A breath filled with his leather and musk scent that made my head spin. His hands lifted to cup my face, the pads of his thumbs caressing my cheekbones. “How is it that something so gentle and pure could exist amidst such corruption?” His voice was strained with the guttural pull of lust and the weightlessness of wonder. The one simple question was the most beautiful string of words that had ever been spoken to me. My chest filled with a warmth that made me realize just how desperately cold
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