Tara Summer pursed her lips in silence, glistening doe-like eyes staring at him, unblinking. Her flushed cheeks stirred a bite-inducing temptation in any onlooker.
With a furrowed brow, the man's thin lips curled up in a cold, self-mocking smirk.
Despite his remarkable self-control, even under the torment of the so-called love poison, his desire within surged at just the sight of her eyes. The tightness, the pulsating pain in his abdomen was almost unbearable.
This woman, she was truly born for him.
He was decided on this!
"Sleep," Liam Yancey's voice was husky. His large hand abruptly covered her head with the quilt.
Tara Summer frowned, but the next second she pulled the quilt down. And when she raised her head, she saw that the man had closed his eyes.
They lay on their side, facing each other, with Tara snuggled in his arms. His left arm stretched across her neck, they looked just like a sweet newlywed couple.
