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My breathing becomes more frantic, and my field of vision blurs before my legs give way, and I threaten to fall.

But unexpectedly, I am caught and feel rough fingers running over my upper arms. A dark voice reaches my ears, yet it is too muffled and far away to hear properly.

I squeeze my eyelids shut tight, but it only intensifies the spinning. Black dots swirl into specks, and the darkness overwhelms me, leaving me no chance of escape. It pushes me down into the icy embrace of unconsciousness.

Chapter Six

Don’t worry, Beauty. You’re safe with me.

Ipull you tightly against my chest before lifting you and pressing you against me as if it were second nature. My heart pounds against my ribs. I’m so close to you; I can smell your beguiling scent and feel your soft skin beneath my fingers. But what am I going to do with you now?

I wonder if I should lay you on the lounger under the cherry tree. But I quickly decide against it and carry you into your house.

Walking through the patio door, I look around, trying to memorize everything that might be important. I want to get to know you, Beauty, and learn everything about you. And what better way to do that than to look in your bedroom?

Once upstairs, I gently place you on your bed. There you lie, like Snow White in her glass coffin, waiting for me to kiss you awake and free you. I am briefly tempted to give in to your beautiful lips, but I restrain myself. We still have time…

Instead, I take you out of your wet clothes so you don’t catch a cold. I slowly undress you—but leave your underwear on—and take a moment to appreciate your perfect body. Don’t think I’m a pervert. I’m not one of those, Beauty. However, I must admit that it takes all my self-control not to expose any more of you so that I can fully appreciate your loveliness.

Trying not to be further tempted by you, I cover you up and look around your bedroom. I’m curious to see what you hide from the outside world.

I walk through the room and open the top drawer of one of the dressers. Bingo! I can’t resist inspecting your lingerie and pulling out a pair of sheer lace panties and imagining how they barely cover your juicy pussy and how you would drive me crazy wearing them.

Before I get any ideas, I fold your panties neatly and put them back in the drawer.

My gaze falls on the picture frames on the dresser. There are several photos of your daughter and some of you together. You laugh cutely at the camera and look happy together. But one picture in particular catches my attention—a photo of you and your husband posing for the camera. Your smile is so bright, and you snuggle into his arms.

At a closer look at the picture, my imagination is in overdrive. I cover your husband’s head with my thumb and dream about how we would look together. I am holding you tightly, smiling, and overjoyed to have a woman like you by my side. Fuck, Beauty, let me have you in my arms!

Chapter Seven

Sighing, I open my eyes and feel disoriented at first. It takes a moment to realize that I’m lying in my bed, the bedspread pulled up to my chin.

My fingers wander over my body under the thick fabric, and I realize that I’m half-naked and only in my underwear. I’m in wet underwear, mind you, and I have no idea how I got here. Suddenly, I’m looking at a mix of amber and gold, and everything returns to me.

The argument with Thomas and my stupid action that followed. God. You must think I’m entirely crazy…

I chew my lower lip nervously and don’t know what to say. Until the realization hits me: He’s seen me in my underwear. You’ve undressed me!

I immediately sit up and gather the blanket in front of my chest so that my young neighbor doesn’t get another glance. It’s so much easier for me to worry about that now instead of thinking about my almost unforgivable mistake…

“You… you undressed me,” I say in a whisper.

You can’t just take my clothes off!

His dark brows furrow briefly before he comes to my bedside. Ezra is still wearing his wet clothes.

“Hello to you too, Sleeping Beauty,” he jokes with his typical dashing smile, which I’ve seen far too often in our few encounters and which I like more and more. Cora, damn it!

He stands close to my bed and looks down at me. His face is hard, yet a delicate smirk adorns his beautiful lips, making him seem softer.

My fingers tighten their grip on the blanket, securing it before my chest. The fact that this guy—this young, handsome Greek god—has seen me half-naked makes me nervous. My teeth dig deeper into the flesh of my lower lip and chew on it.

“Was I… well, was I unconscious for a long time?” I then dare to ask because I have to say something, right?

After all, I can’t spend the whole time staring at him and his still-wet shirt, which only stretches more intrusively around his pronounced stomach muscles.

He shakes his head slightly, his grin disappearing and his expression becoming stern again, making it impossible to know what he is thinking.

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