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75 -Talk to me

MORGANA FOSTER

I lifted my head in an attempt to appear and sound more confident, looking at him. Terrible idea. It was as if his eyes were calling me, making my skin tingle. I felt everything burning, just with his gaze. I sighed heavily, regaining my breath in my lungs.

We continued the dinner quietly as I risked glancing at him sideways.

"I don't understand," he says, watching me as I awkwardly eat my salad.

"What?" I say, chewing quickly to respond to whatever his question might be.

"You didn't necessarily break up with Ryan..." he leans back in his chair, "You got enraged by the idea of someone else being with him. But here you are, with me now, and seem just as inclined to the dark sexual desires that I have as I am. Not that I find it an impediment. Don't get me wrong. I find it a very... shall we say, refreshing thing."

Then he tossed the napkin onto his lap and fixed his gaze on me deliberately longer than necessary.

I sighed heavily, trying to control whatever desire might be
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