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va

lanket closer to me. It smells good...like earthy, spicy, and s

?" He asked, I fe

s the fire cackled. I l

His accent reminds me of that one exchange student

o your friend when the storm is over

I startled again. Gosh. I

attack unless I tell him to." He

e said and the dog

o

n names their dog,

ad m

p. He's now wearing a shirt. He's so freaking tall that I had t

even touch you, if that'

ay when you just said that

will die in hypothermia outside. So, rest and g

usly stared

myself into? And what do

Terrence, but no tears are falling down my cheeks. My chest aches but I can't bring myself to cry, because somewhere down the line, a part of me already saw it coming

the fact that it hurts li

ce's infidelity because first of all, I am literally in another man's house

in the kitchen nearby. Instead of sleeping again and relax

ause the man with a Greek accent who calls himself Silas, just sav

t me to do with

riminal on the loose. I took a deep

ner

at up and looked up at him. He's now standing with his full

not h

ing sound when the smell of cooked

-I

replied. My stomach already betrayed me and disobeying him doesn't

made a light groaning noise at the back of his throat before he took

a small hallway on the side of the fireplace, I assume that's where a room will be. There's a large whi

hen and a wooden table with two chairs. He led me there and pulled th

ound me. Meanwhile the dog walked to h

front of me. It smells so good, but it looks like a "yassified" versi

with rosemary and

rtha Stewart would cook,

e with a bowl in front of him. His hand was meaty and his fin

ord, I picked up m

y tongue when I tasted it. Ok

e." I said after a few moments of silenc

dded

you're welcome' but he repl

ould he know I was with a man? How could he know

in the bowl, and immediately reached for my

licked my lips, before putting the glass down beside my bowl.

felt like his gaze awakened something inside me,

g me?" I asked, alm

lied without

me. Holy shit. I wasn't crazy when

-W

e replied while looking at me

art t

always th

ee the poin

uld tell that

wed agai

e, in the storm of snow, but I am here glued in my sea

, but I would never hurt you or even touch you against your will. I will cut my own hands

glass again and fi

right?" I asked, after putting the glass down again. I a

nod

t care. I like s

aught in my thr

am n-not y

silent for a moment, as though h

id the

e is T-T

his now dark eyes. His hand

his name is George Was

your bu

nched

u love

red a

o you

aid that he might hurt me, because for whatever reas

e way my name left his lips felt sensual. "A man should not

usly clench

man. He is an idiot