Page 92 of Kai

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The room is dim except for the soft golden glow overhead.

The pink patchwork quilt is bunched beneath us.

Her perfume lingers in the air.

Something floral.

Something warm.

Something that is quickly becoming my favorite scent on earth.

Mary is stretched out beneath me.

Her red hair spread across the pillow.

Her cheeks flushed.

Her eyes bright.

And every time she looks at me like that, something possessive and dangerous unfurls inside my chest.

Jesus.

I want her.

All of her.

I want everything.

Not just tonight.

Not just this.

I want Sunday mornings.

I want coffee before work.

I want arguments over movies and takeout.

I want to be the guy she comes to when she's had a bad day.

I want every version of her.

And I finally see why the guys I work with, like Noel and Less, even my own twin brother, Ego, fell as hard as they did when the right woman came along.

That realization should probably scare me.

Instead, it makes me want to hold her tighter.

“Mary?”

The sound of my own voice barely registers over the pounding of my heart.

“Yeah?”

God.

The way she looks at me.

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