Amber's world had narrowed to Kabir. Classes blurred. Friends' chatter faded. Even the English winter felt distant. All she felt was the constant throb of need he had awakened in her body and mind. The museum kiss and his mouth on her breasts had ruined her for anything less than total possession. She craved his commands, his stare, the way he made her feel small and cherished at once.
He texted Thursday evening.
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