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He just held me, as I took in deep breaths, finally allowing myself to breathe again.
This wasn’t how I imagined my first time in Dorian’s arms, with his rigid cock beneath me, and both of us holding onto one another, but all I could think was he was caring for me.
Because I was weak. And too young.
And my damn lungs were once again betraying me.
Chapter Eight
DORIAN
“Why am I involved in a town meeting?” I grumbled as Isabella and Weston just chuckled beside me. I zipped up my coat a bit tighter, that icy wind deciding to slide right down my Henley. It was nearly February, and we had already gone through our false spring. A three-hour period of warmth where people could take off their coats.
The tourists had been so confused.
And now we were dealing with a possible snowstorm, ice, most likely sun to melt that ice, and then more frigid air to create black ice. Because why not? It was Colorado after all.
For now though, even though there was a frigid chill seeping into my bones thanks to the weather, it was still sunny out. I hated it.
Or maybe I was just grumpy because I could not get the thought of Harper Wellesley out of my head. Or her taste. Or her feel. Or the fact that I nearly pushed her down on the couch and slid deep inside her. It didn’t matter that we had been nowhere close to that, it had sure felt damn close.
There was something wrong with me.
I was not allowed to have feelings for my best friend’s little sister.
My dead best friend’s little sister.
There were rules beyond rules for this. I knew this. My friends knew this. The world knew this.
And I was going to hell.
At least it might be warmer there.
“You damn Cages own this place, it’s about time you attend a town meeting,” Weston grumbled.
I flipped him off and winced as Ms. Patty walked by.
“Mr. Cage. I thought you were raised better than that.” She frowned and shook her head. “Okay, I thought the town raised you better than that. I won’t say anything ill about the dead, or your mother, but well, Mr. Cage.”
The mayor’s wife shook her head solemnly, and I tried not to laugh.
“Sorry for the gesture. However, are you calling me Mr. Cage because you can’t remember which one I am?” I teased. The smile on my face felt forced, and yet part of me felt as if maybe this was the old side of me. The joking one that made women around me smile and swoon.
If anything, her eyes brightened, and she waved me off.
“You’re a menace just like you always were, Dorian,” she emphasized.
“See? A menace,” Weston added.
“You say that as if you’re not a menace too,” Ms. Patty put in.
“Have I ever reiterated how much I love you, Ms. Patty?” Isabella said as she reached around me to squeeze the older woman’s hand.
“I do love hearing it. Just as much as I love the fact that you’re bringing these strapping men to this town hall meeting.”
Isabella gave me a look that I couldn’t read. “Are you saying that because you like looking at them, because one of those is my brother so I’m going to have to refrain from an opinion. And well, I get fighty when it comes to protecting Weston’s virtue.”
“Virtue?” I scoffed.
