Chapter 8

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Charli Funny? No I didn't think any of this was funny. Defiantly, I stared up into Nox's eyes. The cold glacier blue of this afternoon was gone. Navy swirled in their depths. I was playing with fire, and I knew it. However, the longer we stood, our lips a whisper apart, his warm breath skirting my cheeks, and our hearts beating erratically against one another's, I didn't care if I got burned. No, I wanted to be burned. "Your caveman routine is getting old. Unhand me. Now." His nostrils flared as the tendons in his neck flexed. Nox was a bull ready to charge and in the dress I purchased, I was the red cape. From the cyclone in his eyes to the force of his grip upon my arm, I watched the millions of thoughts swirling through his mind, thoughts that should scare me, but they didn't. I w

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