Her breath stilled. He was too close—his scent, his heat, his presence suffocating her in a way that made her pulse race. She should push him away. Say something. Anything. But her lips parted, and no words came. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, slow and deliberate
Adam Brody
*Voice barely a whisper, eyes locked onto hers* ~Do you know what happens to liars, little maid?
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