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His voice was husky, his eyes staring hot on me. And I knew, behind that intense gaze, he was simply emphasizing something we both know. Hot crept down my belly, down my soul. I swallowed stiffly, fighting hard not to get affected. But I couldn’t.

‘How in the freaking world can his gaze startle my whole senses?’

“Arts and paintings…” I breathed hard. “…are the things I am great with, Thorne.” I miserably sighed. And before I could think right, I didn’t notice that I spoke my heart out. “I was never given the chance to prove myself in that industry.”

“Oh…”

That was just a word, but it...