Clarissa’s Clarissa glared at the offensive man, who called himself a hero! He had even mocked her with that bow, knowing she was of lower status. Why did this man have to be so… so… uggh! When he stepped closer to her, the heat of his body radiated into her skin. The feel of his calm, seasoned warmth had promised the delights of an experienced lover. She did not quite understand what that entailed, but she was not ready for her own body’s reaction to it. His eyes sparkled knowingly, and THAT frustrated her. He was two feet taller than her. Tight muscles covered his lean body, hidden only slightly by the loose clothing. His short brown hair was even messier than usual. The skin on his face spoke of royalty and comforts she had never known.
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