Chapter 22 Chapter 22

EZRA

She smells like trouble.

Sweet, heady, intoxicating trouble.

I stand by the doorway, taking her in before I lean against the doorframe, fighting the urge to clench my fists. Her scent curls around me, warm skin, soft perfume, the quick, frantic beat of her heart, and it's a goddamn punch to ...

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