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352 pages, ebook
First published June 21, 2019
“you’re the light of my life. you’re all i think about. you’re all i want.�
“fuck, you’re beautiful,� rohan heard himself say. his voice sounded off—rough andintoxicated. he felt intoxicated, his thoughts muddled with that twisted, strange pull he always felt toward jamil, just more intense. a year apart probably didn’t help.
“i thought i looked awful,� jamil said with a small laugh.
“you’re lovely even when you look awful, sweetheart,� rohan brushed his mouth against jamil’s cheek. breathed in. fuck, if he could bottle up his scent, he would.
“need you, need you, need you.�
A strangled laugh left Jamil’s throat. “Can a telepathic merge even be impersonal?�
“We’ll have to try and find out,� Rohan said, shrugging a little. His voice dropped to a hoarse murmur. “Let me? Let me inside you? Just once.�
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“What the fuck?� the man gritted out before ripping himself away.
They stared at each other, wide-eyed, bewildered, and angry.
Jamil tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was shaking so badly he didn’t know what he was feeling: a weird mix of revulsion, need, and something else.
So he did the responsible, princely thing: he turned and fled.
Nina pouted. “Can’t the prince fall in love again and be happy?�
Shayla stared at her. “No, of course not,� she said faintly. The mere idea of the prince falling in love with someone else just seemed� preposterous. Wrong.
“Why not?� her daughter said.
Shayla frowned, not sure what to say. She could hardly say that she had been too invested in the relationship of two people she didn’t even know, and that was why she didn’t want the prince to fall in in love again.
Maybe it was selfish of her, but Shayla was a strong believer that people could only love once, and she was sure there was no man who could ever eclipse the prince-consort in the prince’s heart.
Shayla looked down at the glossy magazine, at the ice in the prince’s once-warm eyes.
Prince Jamil’s heart really seemed to have frozen. It would take a miracle to melt the ice again.
Or fire.
He didn’t want to break Jamil’s heart. As long as they kept it casual—or pretended well enough—it would be easier when he eventually left.