Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have I ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

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"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

air being sucked from her lungs, her body going

tang of blood from Everett's mouth, the same

to escape him but rather to check where he

for his, and she was left helpless under his

she bit his lip in a desperate attempt to

back into place, and then

moment to compose herself

Everett headed

bother to remove his coat; instead, he stood under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering chill against his

be doing—investigating, confirming whether

thought. But this time, for some reason, he

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