The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 234 Crossing the Line

The wide square neckline of Lily’s pajamas made it easy to see things that shouldn’t be seen from above.

James glanced down–and immediately caught sight of her fair, delicate collarbones just be neatly that, faimly visible, was the gentle slope of a shadowed valley.

Soft, Lamminous, Alluring.

In that instant, countless images flooded his mind like a dark spell.

Those images seized his thoughts and wrapped chains around his chest–they became his personal

demon.

That night in the hospital, he had been perfectly sober. But beneath the hazy moonlight, he had thrown caution aside and bitten down on her lips with reckless abandon.

That pillowy softness had bloomed freely in his palms. The sensation–so yielding, so unforgettable- seemed burned into the core of his being.

In his more frenzied, fevered dreams, he’d lost control entirely, gripping her slender waist with trembling hands….

James jerked his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut in anguish.

He loathed nothing more than men who wavered, who couldn’t control themselves.

He had vowed to grow old with Leila. And yet, here he was–mind and body being pulled toward Lily. again and again.

What made him different from John? That selfish, shameless man who wanted everything and gave nothing? If anything, he was worse. Filthier.

The revulsion he felt for himself in that moment was crushing.

He abruptly set the porcelain bottle of ointment on the nightstand and took several steps back, putting as much space between them as possible.

Startled by his sudden retreat, Lily jumped.

came his

forget the wounds on your arms and calves.

that, he turned sharply and walked out

loud slam of the door

be out of

thought he was going

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Crossing

stupid could

only caught her out of pure instinct. That alone had probably pushed him to

he’d been in the room, the air had felt

was gone, it

chest ached again–slow, dull, throbbing

did hate

cruelly to her, his body language said everything.

would meet him as

make herself hideous enough to crush

the divorce certificate, it would all

no way Lily could put on

the next morning, she went to a nearby

a great cook, and when it came to makeup, a

of effort in front of the mifror, and even she couldn’t believe the person staring

been tucked into a wig cap

her a dorky, vaguely boyish charm–ugly–cute,

been darkened several shades, and a large black mole–about the size of a pinky nail–sat prominently on her left

of transformation silicone across her nose, giving the tip

and delicate. Now, it was

chest and throwing on a thick puffer coat, there was no way James would notice

Adam’s apple, a few ugly scar stickers, and drawn her eyebrows thicker and