"It got complicated," Kael snapped, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to turn his knuckles white. "The docks were swarming with customs. I had to dump it."
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"If you open that glove box," Ivy whispered, leaning in close enough that he could smell her perfume again, "you won't be able to close it. Not with your fingers, anyway."
Not soft. Not tame. Just tangled green and wet earth and the kind of quiet that turns into a growl.
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Ivy on the walls of an old Irish castle. Rain on skin, moss underfoot, and a secret only the cliffs know. There's a wild kind of sexy in the way the fog clings to everything — slow, deep, untamed. 🇮🇪🌿
