“No.”
“It does.”
I turned, and he looked like that cost him.
Like every inch I gave him was something he wanted to take and was terrified to accept.
“I love you badly, Angel,” he said, voice rough. “Too much. With teeth. With every dark thing in me I tried to keep away from you. I loved you from the edge of every room I was too afraid to cross, and now that you pulled me across, I do not know how to stand there and just watch.”
My eyes burned.
He swallowed.
“I will learn,” he said. “I will try. But I can’t promise I will not bite Richard the next time I see him.”
Eden went very quiet.
So did I.
My silent mountain was standing there admitting his love came with teeth, and somehow all I could think was that he was sweet.
Sweet and scary and hot.
Freaking hell.
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