Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's momentary stiffness didn't escape Lizetta's notice.

Lizetta chuckled lightly, "Let go, will you?"

But Remington held Lizetta tighter, nuzzling his face against her neck, his voice husky and plaintive.

"No! It's your scent, Liz. I can't be mistaken. You can't fool me."

If it weren't for the sight of the man's short, neatly trimmed hair, Lizetta might have mistaken him for someone else, perhaps a Joseph, not Remington.

She was infuriated yet somewhat helpless, disdainfully turning her head away.

"Mr. Taylor, you've been caught. Can you stop the bad acting already?"

He was clearly lucid, pretending to be the big bad wolf.

Remington, with his eyes closed, shook his head while hugging her, his head slowly sliding down to her chest.

"Liz, you're so fierce..."

His actions and words were like those of a child throwing a tantrum.

Lizetta had never seen him like this. For a moment, she was taken aback, forgetting to resist, her heart filling with a bittersweet sensation.

But he was indeed very hot, feeling to Lizetta like a burning coal against her.

"Did you even take any fever medicine?" she frowned.

embrace, his face flushed as he inhaled her scent, his heart beating with

didn't want to speak. Just holding her like

how many nights over these past two months he'd lain

to wake up from a dream of holding

he had sneaked into her room,

hold her tight, to meld into her being, but he was afraid of

her hand, to stroke her hair,

and turned icy

shamelessness allowed him to hold her a bit longer, he didn't

you!" Lizetta pushed

murmuring, "Liz, brother feels bad, I just need to

with a rough beard, prickly as needles, easily poking through the

skin, stirring a mix

evoked memories of their past fiery

with embarrassment and annoyance,

let go of me

didn't seem to take her threats seriously, slightly pulling

Be careful, or I

from

I'll have to

for

life!"

flushed, his lips pale yet dry, making the lines on