Chapter Twenty Eight
What more is there? In life? Than love? * He bunched his fists tightly, digging his nails into the hard skin of his hands, "Teyha..." Brooke muttered softly trying not to let his eyes flicker to her bare skin. How could she understand this? How could she stare at him with grey eyes full of passion? She was like a goddess of snow skin beyond him but unable to touch. He couldn't allow her to be touched by him. Teyha blinked as she stood beside the bed, her dress was a bundle at her feet. /I/ Oh god how long have I dreamed of this moment? How long I have begged for her skin beneath mine, my name uttered on her lips. How long?/I/ " You have to understand. I am no good for you! You are a lady, you should be married to a wealthy man, a good man before, before you..." He struggled to finish
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