The look on Harrow’s face gets tighter, tenser, a wild spark lighting the darkness of her eyes. Every fiber of her is caught on the edge between fleeing in humiliation and surrendering to the mystery, letting herself finally give in to all of Gideon’s fantasies—or some of her own. Gideon stares at her, and she stares back, the moment stretching thin between them until she looks away.
“I don’t know,” she says, sick with shame, disgusted by her ignorance and the heat of her desire. “I just don’t want you to stop.”
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Date: 2021-09-23 09:18 pm (UTC)“I don’t know,” she says, sick with shame, disgusted by her ignorance and the heat of her desire. “I just don’t want you to stop.”