Greta's POV
My heart pounded faster as I walked to my room after I closed Dylan's door behind me. Something in his eyes had changed and the way he called me princess seemed to have changed as well.
When he called me princess in his room, it sounded sensual. It was like a gentle caress. Dylan was not the calm kind of person; he was a tough person who did things the best way he deemed fit. So for him to talk to me the way he did, made me doubt that I wasn't hallucinating.
I got into my room and gently closed the door while I placed my back against the closed door. I rested my hands on my chest and felt my heart still beating faster.
I had told Dylan that I wouldn't mind having him if I had my way. What was I thinking? He was my brother and it wasn't right to say that to him.
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