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This time she knocked on the doorframe before she walked
in, holding the cup as if it would keep her safe from
him and his stare. With determined steps, she moved to
the bedside and held it out to him even as his eyes held
hers.
“Here, drink this.” She flicked her gaze from his to the
drink and back again. My God, he is suspicious.
“What, you think it’s poisoned?”
Well, those eyes narrowed as they moved from her face
down her chest and back again. They stared into her soul
and assessed her. Unnerved her.
“Look.” She put the cup up to her lips and took a drink
of the warm liquid. “It is fine, now come on you need to
get some nourishment in you.” Dezarae offered him the
cup again.
One strong tanned hand reached up and took the cup from
hers. A quivering began in her belly as she felt his
fingers graze against hers. Bringing the cup to his
mouth at the very last second, he turned it and drank
from the exact spot that she had put her lips. Those
gray eyes never left hers as he drained the cup.
What would it be like to have his lips on mine? Guess he
doesn’t have anything against me yet.
Knees trembling from the erotic picture his lips
touching the same place as hers had she took the cup
back and swallowed. Now was as good a time as any. “Who
are you?”
He blinked as he looked almost hesitant since she had
seen him awake. Dark masculine brows furrowed in
thought. Only to scrunch together tighter before he
looked up at her and said in a confused voice. “I don’t
know.”
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