Chapter 49 Can't Control

• Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he pushed off the car, anticipation thrumming through his veins. This… whatever this feeling was—it was dangerous. And it terrified him. He needed to put an end to this misery. He needed to free himself from this dilemma. Tonight was the night.
• Moments later, the mansion door creaked open. Leah stepped out, the dim porch light casting a soft halo around her. She hesitated, her gaze sweeping over the darkness as if searching for him. The moment she spotted him, her face lit up with a bright and pure smile, and she hurried toward him.
• He couldn't take his eyes off her, watching as if he were under some kind of spell—enchanted by the fairy gliding toward him. She wore an old, faded pair of pajama pants and a simple top, nothing remarkable, yet he had never found a woman more alluring. Not even in the most revealing mini dress.