"Emily," he said with a low, smooth voice. "You've grown up a lot since the last time I saw you." 




My heart practically jumped into my throat. What was that supposed to mean? I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or something...else. That strange, heated thrill kept running through me. 



"I...guess so," College changes you." 




"Does it?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. There was a hint of mischief in his smile, and my heart raced at the thought of what he might be thinking. 



"Yeah, you know," I tried sounding causal. "More responsibilities, more-" 



"More maturity?" There was teasing lilt in his voice as he interrupted. The way he said it made my heart flutter. 



I laughed, a little nervous. "Yeah, something like that." I mumbled, not really sure how to respond.

Mated To My Bestfriend's Father


Chase’s POV
Sitting at Marcus’s bar, I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the way the light caught in its depths. After a week of this, I still couldn’t find peace. It didn’t matter how many times Marcus tried to cheer me up or how much whiskey he poured, I couldn’t stop thinking ab...

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