Innocent Daphne Morelli is more exquisite than anything he’s ever seen. He only ventures out in pursuit of new art for his collection. Emerson LeBlanc doesn’t enter society much. She was alive with her fear every second, and part of her loved it. I know she made that call minute by minute. This is a different calculation entirely than staying with me in the gallery. Daphne looks behind me, into the SUV, and glances up at Logan. It would take forever for her to trust me again. If I did, if I gave in to the electricity wiring my nerves, everything would come apart. Small enough that if I opened the door, I could have her in my arms and in the back of the SUV with minimal effort. It’s painful to ask, when I could take her now. That goose bumps run up and down my arms when I think of her alone. Real honesty might be admitting that I can hardly fucking breathe when she’s standing this close. She knows nothing about me except what I want her to know. It would be like nothing you’ve ever done, nothing I’ve ever done, and I want it more than I have ever wanted anything. I’d like to watch you paint while you’re naked. The corner of her mouth turns into a wry smile. “This isn’t really an area where people stand in the street and chat. She pulls her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie. “Are you here because I sold you the paintings?” The hoodie reads New York is always hopeful. She must be wearing next to nothing underneath.
For sitting inside houses that always have heat. I try not to notice her nipples through the hoodie.
“This isn’t really an area where glossy black SUVs like this sit and hang out.” “How long are you going to sit out here?”ĭaphne’s teeth chatter a little. Her dark eyes hold a mix of fear and flattery.
I roll it down and there’s nothing between us anymore. She knocks on my window regardless, as if she knows I’m here. She can’t see me through the tinted windows. With zero hesitation, she crosses the street. Daphne stops at the curb and checks both ways for traffic. She looks soft and rumpled, in lounge pants and a matching hoodie with the hood pulled up over her hair. Daphne steps out into the alley, and then she’s headed in my direction.
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