Before Georgia Thorne could speak, the man's lips were already on hers.
Sealing her words, stealing her breath, silencing her very thoughts…
Georgia Thorne's eyes flew open. She stared at the man before her, his handsome brows knitted in displeasure.
A gust of hot breath washed over her face. "Georgia, if you just listen to me, I'll spoil you."
'Spoil me?'
Georgia Thorne blinked, and at Elliot Sheridan's words, fresh tears welled up and fell.
How long had it been since she'd heard that word, "spoil"?
'How pathetic,' Georgia Thorne thought. She always ended up crying in front of Elliot Sheridan, time and time again.
The man wiped away her tears, his voice low and husky. "Do you enjoy crying so much?"
Georgia Thorne's nose was red from crying, and she looked at the man with aggrieved eyes.
For once, she didn't say, 'We're over.' For some reason, the current atmosphere felt nice.
She didn't want to ruin it.
This was the third time someone had offered to spoil her.
