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King
He didn’t bother to wash himself off before going on a run, and he quickly regretted it. It didn’t take long, even in the snow, for the heat to build up.
He could smell her on him, stronger than ever. The scent of their s*x mixed with that rosy scent that always flanked her burrowed into his nostrils.
Focus, King told himself, but he couldn’t think straight.
He tried to concentrate on the sound of his Hokas in the crunchy snow, but all he could think about was her. And Thorne. And what his whole family would say—or do—once Thorne got to them.
Hell, for all I know, he already did.
King couldn’t get over his rage for Thorne, but he’d managed to somewhat hold it together in front of Effie. If she hadn’t been there, there’s now way in hell he would have let Thorne lay into him a
