the way her eyes burned
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Ivy never believed in love. Not the fairytales, not the promises, not the kind of heat that makes your heart race. She lived on the edge of things—watching, observing, never letting anyone close enough to hurt her.
Until Sienna walked in.
With eyes that burned when they looked at her. With a voice that wrapped around her spine and a touch that felt like fire.
One glance.
One stolen kiss.
One night that changed everything.
What started as a pull—physical, undeniable—turned into obsession. Into slow-burning glances in crowded rooms. Into nights spent tangled in sheets, whispering secrets in the dark, kissing like it was the only way to breathe.
"The Way Her Eyes Burned" is a story of longing, lust, and love that hits like lightning. It’s about two women who weren’t supposed to fall—but did. Hard, fast, and without mercy. And once the fire started, neither of them could put it out.
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