Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

Even so, Steven, covered up in his pajamas, lay stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other's side of the bed.

Amelia's shower gel, his senses overwhelmed by her warmth and

fire stirred in

gentleman, it was pure

scent

Amelia straddling him.

swne

shoulders

waist.

his eyes so as not to

clung to his ear, and he felt the

eyes, the sweat in his palms

"Take me, Steve."

lust, he cast

Steven rolled over, overpowering

held

her. His

raw desire. "Amelia,

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