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apart—that you would never go for someone like me. I knew that, with your smarts, you’d be suspicious soon enough. Yet, I was still all in, hoping against all odds that I could make it work, even if our relationship was doomed from the start.”
    I feel my heart break at his confession. How lonely he must have been… how sad. Never daring to give even part of his heart, for fear of getting attached to someone who would be too terrified of the very thing he is to love him back. I’d never be that girl. I felt special too, for him to want me despite all his rules about not getting too close. There was something in the stars for the both of us—probably something we wouldn’t have realized were it not for Cupid’s involvement. I had kind of been annoyed and pissed off at Cupid until then, but I couldn’t thank him enough now.
    “I was hoping you’d be far away when I had to change tonight. I didn’t want you to see me like… this,” he says, with a disgusted face. “But you didn’t listen to me, you stayed.”
    I don’t like that frown when Jared talks about himself. I desperately want to cross the distance between us, but I don’t dare. The decision is his, I’m already hopelessly devoted to him, soul and body.
    “Of course. I wouldn’t have left you. I was too worried, even though I knew pretty damn well that I was of no use.”
    “And now,” Jared continues, “you know everything I’ve tried to hide so badly since I was able to comprehend what I am. And yet, here you are.”
    “Here I am.”
    “Here you are, unafraid. Here you are, standing in my living room, going against everything your instinct is telling you. Here you are, not running away… Accepting my explanation, my love, my touch.”
    To underline his words, he strides back to me in two steps, one arm going around my waist, and one hand, cupping my chin.
    “Am I right, Paige? Or am I deluding myself?”
    “You’re not deluded,” I say, as he lifts my face to his. I can feel his breath on my mouth, and I very much want him to kiss me. “I am very much in love with you—crazily so. Don’t ask me how, I have no answer—it just is so.
    “And I don’t care what you are… I just care about who you are. Your personality, your good heart. The way you laugh. The way you care. The way you hold me close in your arms. I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to.”
    I barely finish my sentence before his lips crush mine in a powerful, hungry kiss. His silent question—do I want him despite his other form—is answered by my complete abandon into his embrace. He is not hesitating now—his kiss becomes more demanding, while his hands constrict around me, pressing my body against his.
    I moan softly as his hand finds its way on my butt. My own hands keep busy exploring his chest, pressed between both of us, and I’m enjoying the feel of his sinewy muscles under my fingers.
    Jared pushes me backwards, still keeping me close in his arms, and puts one knee on the couch, lowering me slowly without breaking the kiss. I slide to the side, allowing him to lie down over me, the lower half of his body pushing mine into the sofa cushions.
    I feel alive under his touch, now more than ever. The bulge in his pants pushes against the knot at the top of my thighs, demanding, and I can only push back with eagerness, pulling him even closer. His weight on me is maddening—the way our bodies seem to fit one next to the other, pulsating against one another, as if we were two pieces of a broken heart finally connecting.
    Jared’s mouth quits mine to explore my jaw, and then my throat and earlobe. I close my eyes, sighing, content. I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he kisses me right behind the ear, at the base of my hair, and it gives me goosebumps.
    For a second, his lips leave my skin, and our bodies disconnect. My eyes dart to his face. He is pushing himself up on his arms and looking into my eyes, deep, almost in a trance. I can see that he, too, is