Crossed Romane & Geschichten

The taste of him flooded my senses, and every point of contact sent heat racing through my body. My fingers curled against the hard planes of his shoulders, clutching him like he was the only solid thing in this spinning room. His hand slid from the wall to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted. He took control, and my body melted beneath his touch.

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Just the ghost of his mouth on my skin, the echo of his name in my chest, and the undeniable truth of it all: Nathan Cross fucked like a weapon. But when he said come home? It wasn’t a command. It was a confession.

I stop following my mate and I let her go. Sloane has made it clear she doesn’t want me around, especially not tonight. When they are nothing but specks in the distance, I walk over to the memorial tree, and bow my head. I pay my own respects to Jack and Ava Cross. I pull the dove I carved from my pocket and set it against the roots of the tree. My throat is thick, “I will take care of them both, moon as my witness. Rest easy.”

She compared Maria's photo to Philip's photo, both of them looked so alike and that was when Dana got chills. Maria looked very familiar but she didn't know where she had seen Maria before. Those grey eyes of Philip, she could never forget it. She felt like something was playing with her memory making her experience Deja Vu. In order to confirm and remember, she was going to visit the CRUZ company and have a little chat with the creator of the enterprise, Maria Cruz. Maria got a call from someone that she knew and she excused herself from the board meeting. "Yes, what is it?"

Some women were looking at her with an intense gaze while emitting their pheromones excessively. Honestly, their scent was making Andreas nauseous. Only Lia's bouquet was the one that the Husband needs. He saw his Wife exiting the supermarket with a huge bag in her hands. Yup, the big bag carries their cereals. They both love grains. As they made eye contact, Lia hurried her steps utterly unaware that a car was speeding towards her. Andreas noticed it, and without a second thought, he pushed Lia, making them both fall on the ground. "Are you alright?! "Andreas asked while furiously checking any place for and wound, but no Lia just had some scratches, but she was okay. On the other hand, Andr

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.

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