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

didn't want to speak. Just holding her like

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

asleep, only to wake up from a dream of holding her, feeling an

sneaked into her room,

to hold her tight, to meld into her being, but

to gently hold her hand, to stroke her hair,

him and

hold her a bit longer,

you!" Lizetta pushed

brother feels bad, I just

a rough beard, prickly as needles, easily

her, the stubble grazed her sensitive skin, stirring a mix

intimate ambiance easily evoked memories of their

cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance, forcefully

you don't let go of

threats

there. Be careful,

my senses from this fever, become

then I'll

for

life!"

pale yet dry, making