Chapter 59

(Emily's POV)

Inked fingers slid down my legs, and the roughness of his hands left goosebumps in their wake. My breath caught when he pushed my thighs apart. My skin was so sensitive, the lightest touch hummed below the surface. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking and biting a path to my breasts. An emptiness pulsed in my core, begging for pressure and friction---

My eyes shot open to see the noise was due to the book falling off my lap. I exhaled a ragged breath and, with a sense of disgust at the immoral daydream that sucked me under, I got up from the window seat to pace my room.

I said I'll think about it which means I'm contemplating. He knows I'm having a hard time choosing the life he has or the life I deeply missed.

Goddamn it! I wanted to go home but... Why am I hesitating?

All I should think about is my answer but his sexiness keeps rummaging in my head like a broken record disc. He's all over my brain and nerve cells now. He's driving me nuts for making me choose.

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