「 "The right person will love you for all that you are, not just the parts they need. 」
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ANASTASIA SHIFTED IN her seat, the firelight sketching shadows over the sharp edges of his face. His dark hair was cropped short but still managed to fall in that infuriatingly careless way, his eyes fixed on her with a heat she pretended not to feel.
Even the stubborn set of his jaw looked carved to tempt her, and she hated herself for noticing. Rolling her shoulders back, she arched a brow, her voice laced with sarcasm as she cut through the silence.
"You're staring again. Should I be concerned since you can't seem to stop?"
Paul didn't even look guilty. He leaned back on his elbows, the fire painting his grin in molten light. "Only if you can't handle it."
Anastasia rolled her eyes, though her pulse kicked up a notch. "You're impossible, Lahote."
He tilted his head, studying her like he knew a secret she didn't. "And yet... you keep talking to me."
Her mouth opened, then shut. She hated the way her cheeks warmed, so she turned back toward the flames. "Don't flatter yourself."
Paul shifted suddenly, moving close enough that the heat of the fire mixed with the heat of him. He leaned in, voice brushing against her ear, low enough for only her to hear. "Too late," he murmured. "Already did."
The words lingered in the air between them, heavy and electric. She swallowed, heart thudding, and for the first time that night, the fire didn't feel like the most dangerous thing burning.
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