Scorching Sienna

Scorching Sienna

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When I cry on a stranger’s shirt in a club,
I’m not surprised when he haunts my dreams.
He is the first man to make me feel alive since losing my husband.
Then the notes start.
I should be afraid.
But I’m not.
And the things that he does to me.
I feel his obsession in every knowing look, every scorching touch.
When my very bad stalker turns out to be the good one of the two,
he will stop at nothing to be the only one.
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