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Thorn said.

“I noticed you,” Alexandra admitted, laughing at the depth of the understatement. I love you. The thought came to her like words unspoken, filling her eyes with tears, blurring his features already heavily shadowed and indistinct. She lowered her head until their lips met again.

It felt right to kiss him, to have his hands roam her body. She wanted to be part of his life and his future and she wanted him to love her in the same, passionate, devoted way he’d thought he’d loved Natalie, in the same way she was discovering she loved him.

“This is wrong,” she said at last, pulling away. Thorn was still obsessed with Natalie. And she couldn’t make love with a man who didn’t love her.

Much as part of her wished she could.