Betty
I knew that line.
These were words from my book "Before I Lost Her.” That was impossible. How could he have found my work?
What led him to it? Those questions kept circling in my head as I pursed my lips trying to remain calm but it was hard to.
Michael sat there so sexily trying so hard to trigger me and he succeeded. I had to give him that. I swallowed hard, my eyes drawn to those soft succulent, and pink lips, I watched the way they moved as he recited the words I had written years ago, back in my mid twenties, my wild years, when I was still consumed by burning passion and desires, so hearing them from his mouth awakened something in me. A hazardous mix of anger and longing for what I had once written. Passionate desire. A love that could move mountains. The kind Kiersey
