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426 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 11, 2018

She was a figurine atop a music box come to life.
"Dance isn't what I do. It's what I am. It's what I'll be until I can't anymore."
There was nothing lustful in his eyes, only wonder - a desire to be completely attuned with her and the way she moved. It was sensual by nature, in the way it made her feel stripped down to her being - her very existence - and only he could see. It made her feel sexy and fearless...and safe.
"Dancing with you felt...like learning I could fly. Like I didn't know I could fly until that moment, and then you took my hand and said, 'Let's go, petite.' Then, it felt like the sun was at our backs, and the wind was in our hair...and everyone else was watching us from the ground."
She tries to hide her feelings sometimes, but when she sleeps, she sighs. I think it's her heart whispering to mine.
...something that touched more than skin, delved deeper than shallow layers of tissue and bone - ignited more feeling than any nerve could detect. Something that was powerful enough, if she let it, to take the jagged edges of her soul, and fit them to another that was just as broken. There might be a scar where those edges met, but it was okay, so long as it was healed...right?
"I love you, with all my heart."
Pulling her close, he tucked her into his warmth as the rain dripped from the flying buttresses overhead. "I love you too, petite," he said into her hair. "Tell me how to love you more, and I will."
"I'm not an animal petite."
"Non, tu es un animal," she insisted, grazing his earlobe with her teeth.
"T'es un lion."



