The Jealous Distraction

“Honey, we have a license to share a bed. Are you denying us after our kiss? Why didn’t I notice that you were quite the player?”

Kaelen stared at Seraphine, playing those puppy dog eyes to a tee.

Seraphine believed the aftershock must have gotten the best of the b*stard.

His acting could win him an Oscar.

Hang on, acting?

Alright. It dawned on her where Ronan got his dramatic flare from.