Some sick sense in me wanted to witness what he’d done. Abel kept me subtly informed, telling me about the gym, the improvements, and the hard work Cain had been putting into getting the place up and running. His dedication was impressive. His determination to get things finished, and quickly, was astonishing. The harder part was how good he looked. So fit. So strong. Still so damn tempting. I couldn’t be near him, despite my anger at how he behaved and what his father had done. I wanted to hate him, and in many ways, I did. My body just hadn’t gotten the memo. The pull to him was strong and I didn’t trust myself to speak. His warm hand on my back radiated heat straight to the core of me. The rhythm of my heart increased as he led me around the room. Jealousy had already taken over me, and I promised myself I wouldn’t give into that evil again, but when he showed me the bedroom, my mind imagined all the things I’ve been trying to block out over the last month. Him wrapped in the long legs of a large snake, specifically those of that tramp from the fight.
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