Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have I ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place.

"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

"Umm. Umm!" Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body going numb with confusion.

it—the metallic tang of blood from Everett's

struggling to escape him but rather to check where he was

her strength was no match for his, and she was left helpless under his fervent

she bit his lip in a desperate

as if his senses had snapped back into place, and then he released her, striding

took a long moment to compose herself before she chased after

room, Everett headed straight for the

fully clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering chill against

knew what he should be doing—investigating, confirming

lies, he thought. But this

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