Chapter 68 Foul Mouth and Bending Rules

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V

I yank myself off him, staggering until I’m steady, the tip of his cold fingers brushing my skin just where he held my waist, sending a shiver through me. My mouth is open, my hands are hurriedly straightening my top as we stare at each other. 

Horror is written all over him...

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