The servant's daughter and the aristocrats' son engage in a prohibited bond.
Melanie moves in with her mother to work in the Kingstons' household, who have just had their son, Kai, come back from a mysterious absence.
After Kai walks in on her at...
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Call me obsessed, colour me consumed I’ve always been the type to notice The smell of a rose in bloom, But let me confess, this is new You’ve stopped my heart, let it resume And I, to finish, must tell it true I’m high on your perfume.
Like a mouse tempted to cheese An elixir of life that must be tasted I toss away all fear and unease And oh, the risk that the trap will spring, I breathe it in deeply like an autumn breeze; You locked my attention on yourself, Took it all; and threw away the keys.
Breathe in, in, in, can’t get enough; Excuse me if I linger a second longer... Eyes gloss over with a whiff of lust, You bite your lip, I can't resist; We close our eyes, we do, we must; Now that I’ve tasted who you are I’m addicted, I can’t get enough.
