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.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"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.

Umm!" Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body going numb

metallic tang of blood from Everett's mouth, the same scent that clung to

to escape him but rather

for his, and

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

froze as if his senses had snapped back into place, and

a long moment to compose herself

room, Everett

bother to remove his coat; instead, he stood under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water

what he should be doing—investigating, confirming

always spewing lies, he thought. But this

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