Fawn's POV
That stung. I knew I shouldn't let it, but it did. I didn't look up at him, just undid the button, then the next one. "I can't explain what happened to me in that coma, Blake. I can't tell you why I'm different or how I'm different or if it's permanent. All I can tell you is that right now, in this moment, I want you. And I think you want me too. Can't we just live in the moment? Life has no guarantees. Either of us could die tomorrow. If I turn back into the evil witch you hate so much, you can divorce me."
His other hand moved to my hip, his grip firm. "This is a mistake."
"Probably." I finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open to reveal the hard planes of his chest. "But we're going to make it anyway. I need you."
Blake's eyes darkened, that careful control starting
