Page 106 of Frozen Flames

I wish he could see himself through my eyes. I wish he could sit tall and have all the confidence in the world.

“I’m surprised you don’t have your art on the wall,” I comment, eyeing the light gray wall in question.

“Nah, I’m not a douche.”

I laugh as I clean his shelves properly before we move on to his desk. I drop a black notebook by accident, and I’m surprised when I pick it up and come face-to-face with a drawing of myself.

His talent is unprecedented.

When I look at him, he has one hand in the air like he’s about to pry his sketchbook out of my hands, but something stops him.

“You drew me beautifully.”

“That’s because you’re beautiful.” He clears his throat and wheels closer to me, taking it from me.

He drew me happy and soulful. I want to see more. “Are there more?”

“Ah, yeah.” He nods, seeming embarrassed.

“Oh, Harvey.” I can’t help myself. I lean down and kiss his cheek. As I’m about to pull away, he turns his head and kisses my lips softly.

We break apart, both looking away for a split second before he pulls me into his lap, and I straddle him, feeling him grab my thighs.

“Argh, Claire.”

I stare at him with pleading eyes, shaking my head, because he makes me feel the same way.

I am lost for this man.

I give him another kiss, unable to keep my hands to myself now that I’ve kissed him again. I promised myself we wouldn’t. I told myself we couldn’t.

Not until he dealt with his breakup.

But he’s been doing better than I thought he would. He seems livelier.

And he drewme.

So I kiss him because being on top of him like this isn’t enough. It’s not enough that he’s firmly gripping my ass.

Ineedmore.

I need him to touch other things.

Quickly and slowly and roughly.

“Harv…” I break our kiss to press kisses to his neck, around his ear, and down to his Adam’s apple.

“Hmm,” he moans, and the way he’s holding my waist like he owns me and I’m finally home is enough to make me wet.

He’s mine.

At least one day he will be.

He unbuttons my white blouse and slips the sleeves down my arms, revealing my black bra and cleavage. I lift his gray tee up, and he takes it off so I can trace his stomach and the lines of his developing abs.

He’s so handsome.

This blue-eyed man stole my heart, and I don’t want it back.

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