Fevered Nights

He took her face between his palms and angled his head, craving her. As he moved down the column of her throat kissing her, she gave a sigh and then abruptly stepped back.

“Good night, Neil.”

Before he could formulate a question, she inserted her key card into the lock and disappeared behind the door.

Neil stood there, his body aching, his mind confused.

Some bad girl she was turning out to be.

But he felt more alive than he had in years.

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