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.

from her lungs, her body going numb with

from Everett's mouth, the same scent that clung

Everett hurt? Dorothy wasn't struggling to escape him

strength was no match for his, and she

though she was about to pass out, she bit his lip in a desperate attempt to make

froze as if his senses had snapped back into place,

compose herself before she

Everett headed straight

stood under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering chill against his

knew what he should be doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's words

spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for some reason,

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