He pulled back and met her gaze.
“I’m going to kiss you, Sheridan
Aames.”
“Are you asking permission?” she
whispered.
He shook his head and one lone lock
of hair curled over his forehead, dipping down toward his incredible, startling
green eyes. They shone eerily from the inside as if they were backlit by some
mysterious source. “I don’t ask permission, something you’ll soon learn.”
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