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His lips curled into a te curve He was shirtless and wore

nothing except a pair of white linen pants His long, black hair fell

well past his shoulders It shone in the afternoon light “I think I can

guess Do you want to be on top?”

Meg shook her head and stayed patient “We’re not having sex,

Cian We’re bonding I’m your bondmate Beck sent me to you We

need to bond so you can think straight”

That seeh to him His eyes cleared for a

htened on hers “You’re my wife?”

Meg knew her face was slightly sad as she responded “So I’ve

been told It’s okay, Cian I won’t hold you to it We just need to

bond, and then we can be friends”

He shook his head vigorously “No Too far gone Hurt you”

“It will be fine, Cian,” Meg assured him She wasn’t sure, but she

tried to instill a sense of calm resolve in her voice