ODETTE’s POV.
As soon as he opens the door and my eyes come in contact with his, my breath hitch. I remember how his lips felt on mine hours ago, the feel of his body against mine and the way his ragged breath fanned my face.
I spent four...
ODETTE’s POV.
As soon as he opens the door and my eyes come in contact with his, my breath hitch. I remember how his lips felt on mine hours ago, the feel of his body against mine and the way his ragged breath fanned my face.
I spent four...