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I’ve never had a man pay attention to me like August does.

What does it say about the guys I’ve dated before that my fake fiancé cares more than my real past boyfriends ever did?

There’s been something almost lost about August all night, a guilt clearly weighing on him—but it came out sharply when I met Marissa Sullivan.

She wasn’t what I’d expected.

I thought she’d be a sharp battle-axe of a businesswoman. Not this sleek former model who wears red better than I ever could in my dreams. Seeing her like that, drunk and trying to drown something that was weighing on her—

It hurt.

I couldn’t blame August for wanting to help, despite the fact that she’s made him her mortal enemy.

I was actually glad to let them go without me.

It gave me a few minutes to compose myself.

Otherwise, I might’ve said something really dumb that would have completely ruined the vibe between August and me.

God, I want him so much.

I want him to be mine so I can hold him, run my fingers through his hair, comfort him, tell him I’d be there for him through anything that was hurting him.

Stupid?

Yes.

How did I fall for a man like this? The one man I absolutely shouldn’t?

It’s so bad it hurts to be near him.

Hurts because he’s gravity, and I’m trying so hard to stay in place. It takes all my strength to resist the force of his pull on every part of me.

I’m not good at impulse control—or resisting temptations with blue eyes that reach down to my soul.

If there’s ice cream in the fridge, I’m going to eat it for dinner, because I’m an adult and I can do what I want.

But August is the ice cream I can’t have.

Not even the tiniest taste, when every minute I look at him I just want to scarf him right up in so many wicked ways it steals my breath away and leaves my heart thrumming.

Just once.

Just flipping once, I’d like to taste him.

The story of his ex-wife shattered me.

The pain August has been carrying for so long.

The guilt, the shame, the betrayal he must have felt when she turned to a cult rather than an imperfect husband who still cared as a human being and who still wanted to solve their impossible problems. Even when she tried to extort from him instead of being honest that she just wanted his love.

Holy hell.

No wonder he’s so dark all the time. So heavy.

He’s a far more complicated man than I realized.

I just wish I could kiss away the pain he’s engraved so deeply in himself it might never rub away.

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