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“Cross my heart and hope to die, Stelle,” he murmurs against her skin as he peppers hot, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her jaw. His breath fans over her, poison heaved against the shell of her ear. “I care, I would never hurt you.”
He draws back then, lust replaced by faux concern, sneer taken over by a panicked frown. His voice, ever so feigned innocence. “Look at me—do I seem like the type?”
And she does look—drinking in every line of his face, the tip of his nose, the roundness of his cheeks. The suppleness of his lips, surprisingly soft against hers as he slants them together. Once again, she finds herself picking out which one’s the lie and which one’s not; thinking that maybe all of them are.
Alternatively: Stelle, Sampo—and the consequences of trusting a man who lies through his teeth for a living.