“One condition,” he said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. “You must never—under any circumstances—fall in love with me.”
He rose from his chair and walked toward the window, turning his back to her.“One condition,” he said, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. “You must never—under any circumstances—fall in love with me.” Emily nearly laughed. It wasn’t amusement but a fragile, almost breathless laugh born out of sudden absurdity.“That’s your condition? … Read more