❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, replaying an old memory. She, Lucy, George and Lockwood had been researching in the archives for one of the cases between the battle in the graveyard and the invisible serial killer, and Carolynne had left to find more newspapers.
Carolynne was flicking through the dates in a quiet area of the floor, a quivering light above her. The other three were at the table, or so she thought. Suddenly warm hands glided around her waist until arms hugged her close to his chest, Anthony's colounge enveloping her.
"Those shorts make your...legs look good," Anthony whispered before kissing her cheek.
"You definitely didn't mean my legs, did you?"
Lockwood chuckled as he moved the nuzzle into her neck.
