Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 265

The images flickered through his mind like an old film reel.

A winter day, snow blanketing the world outside. He was reading the paper when Evangeline tiptoed down the stairs and mischievously snuggled into his arms.

"Soren, you're so cold," she had giggled. "You're going to catch a cold. Here, you have to wear these."

She had slipped a heat pack under his sweater. Her delicate, soft hands slid beneath the wool, her warmth seeping through the thin layer of his dress shirt. He had looked down at her flushed, smiling face and found himself unable to think of anything else. A fire had ignited deep in his gut. He had grabbed her hand, pulled her down onto the sofa, and…

Her body was a fatal addiction. Once he'd had a taste, he found it impossible to quit. He was satisfied with her physically, and he had never bothered to restrain his desire for her.

There had been a time, a brief period, when Soren had genuinely tried to love her. He accepted her small acts of kindness, allowed her to get close, and even asked her what gifts she wanted when he went on business trips. They were like any other couple—they went shopping, watched movies, saw friends. They'd had a honeymoon phase, a time when even he thought they could make it work for a lifetime.

"Soren, why?" A voice, sharp with pain, echoed in his memory. It was Evangeline, her eyes red-rimmed, her lips bitten so hard they were white.

Soren's eyes snapped open, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was freezing and burning up at the same time, a deep ache settling into his bones. He was still in Evangeline's small, empty apartment. She was nowhere in sight.

It had all been a dream.

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