Chapter Twelve
The door closed behind the big brooding male, but the sound of his voice, the impact of his words, remained. Shanti rubbed her hands up and down her arms. Her fingerpads tripped over the goosebumps that rose. Her skin felt warm. A bead of sweat trickled down her back. She tried to press her thighs together, but the moist skin between her legs didn't allow her any traction.
He -Hsing- had said that he was her eternal partner. He'd said his life was hers. Shanti's heart pounded, but it wasn't fear pumping through her blood.
Chen had said something similar. Chen had called her his one and only love. Her heart rate went double time at those words as well.
Shanti had never dreamed of marriage. It was an outdated concept for a modern feminist. Marriage was a contract between m
