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.

closer within her embrace, his face

to speak. Just holding

past two

asleep, only to wake up from a dream of

sneaked into her room, watching over her

to meld into her being, but

dared to gently hold her hand, to stroke her hair,

recognized him and

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

you!" Lizetta pushed

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

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

sensitive skin, stirring a mix of heat

yet intimate ambiance easily evoked

embarrassment and annoyance, forcefully patting

don't let go of

seem to take her threats

there. Be careful, or I

senses from this fever, become

I'll have

for

life!"

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