This chapter is dedicated to Sarah_Beer. Thank you so much, dear. I appreciate your efforts a lot.
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Amelia gulped. His words sent a sparkle around her, igniting every inch of her skin in the process. Timidly, she searched his eyes.
Nervously, she ran her fingers through his chest. They sneaked into the button holes and brushed against his skin. "In… in the morning, your actions were all an act. Is this an act?"
Cullen's eyes turned foggy. He caught hold of her hand to stop her movement. Her touch was so controlling.
Also, his morning actions weren't an act. He made it look like an act because he didn't want her to know how greatly she affected him.
"No," Amelia refused before he would prove her right or wrong. "I barely have a beautiful skin to show,"
