Page 116 of The Perfect Wrong

And that quiet, reverent look in his eyes is a shamrock maze I could wander in forever.

It’s too perfect, except for one little thing.

This isn’t enough.

I know I’m losing my mind when I want to feel his come inside me. I must be clinically insane to want this to continue, to make it into more than just the best sex I’ll ever have.

And I know how impossible that is.

I try to hide how much the cold truth breaks my heart.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Seriously.

Maybe that assault in the old mall shook something loose in my brain, and this Chris mania is just a weird way of dealing with the damage.

I should slow down and listen to reason.

I should make peace with this being temporary.

We can have our fun without going too far...right?

Right?

Later, when we’re toweling ourselves off and sliding into silky robes, then heading outside to the balcony for our morning coffee and a breakfast that arrives just in time, I feel a terrible answer.

I’m already in too deep.

Chris had me from the very first kiss.

Mineis almost an afterthought.

A grim reminder that there’s no way we’ll ever share the same room—much less a life as stepsiblings—with secret smiles and distant hugs.

Even as I smile at him over my omelet, I’m hollowed out.

Paralyzed.

What even is normal anymore?

I don’t know.

And I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to a place where I’m not falling truly and madly and hopelessly in love with Christopher Triton.

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Black Magic (Chris)

It’s official.

I don’t know what the fuck is happening anymore.

I’ve been bewitched, cursed with a one-track mind and a glaring obsession—and if this is some evil black magic, I never want the spell broken.

I’m spending every waking minute deep inside Delia Burr.

Somehow, it still feels like we’ve barely begun to explore.

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