CHAPTER 023: The Flame Of My Life

Fuck. My. Life.

Caspian's going to ruin me. And he's not done talking.

“I want you, Desiree. I want to kiss you, to do things that’d be impossible to describe. I tell myself it’s foolish—ridiculous even—to imagine all this with you, especially when you’re so much younger than me. Sometimes, when I’m away from you, I swear I’ve convinced myself to get over these silly emotions. But all it takes is just one look, one fucking look, and I’m back to square one. Your hair…” He's looking at my hair now, pulling and wrapping some strands around his index finger. “The flame of my life. Has anyone ever told you how dangerously seductive it is?”

I swallow hard. I’ve been complimented on my hair more times than I can count, but this—this is different. When others say it, I see it as an expression of fact. But with Caspian, it's a full-blown attack on my senses, a temptation I’m powerless to resist. His words don’t just linger—they penetrate, sinking deep into my very being. No one else has ever