Wicked in Your Arms
“He welcomed the hard bite of winter on his cheeks as he stepped out into the windswept yard, relishing any discomfort the cold brought, hoping it helped mask the uncomfortable knotting in his gut. Perhaps anyone who looked at him would fail to notice that he’d been struck a blow.
She’d ended it. Their affair.
Them.
He burrowed deeper within his jacket, realizing he should have grabbed his long coat but not about to go back for it. He was in no mood for people. He was especially in no mood to face her again.
His jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. She’d walked away from him when they were only just starting to enjoy each other. They were just . . . beginning. What, precisely, he couldn’t say, but something more than an illicit, sordid affair. For the first time in his life, he’d felt himself with another person. Himself. Sevastian. Not the crown prince, or war hero. He’d felt like he could be his true self with her.
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