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As their breaths intermingled, Amelia Clarke felt as though she was engulfed in flames, her body heating up, her cheeks flushed with two patches of red, even the birthmark on her right earlobe becoming exceptionally bright.
With her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling violently, her mouth and nose were filled with the mature scent of a man, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco. The two scents blended together seamlessly, causing only a flutter in her heart, not the slightest discomfort.
Owen Moreland was somewhat out of control.
When the phone vibrated abruptly, interrupting the two, Amelia's clothes were half-removed.
Owen's deep eyes were tinged with an unusual scorching heat, but as the phone vibration snapped him back to his senses, the heat receded like a tide, then concealed itself and vanished without a trace.
Amelia hadn't yet extricated herself from the confusing and infatuating moment when she already heard the man's deep and steady voice beside her ear.
