Chapter 37 Spellbound, He Kissed Her

• The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. Her sallow skin, the gaunt frame, that ugly birthmark—yet the more Jeremy Hoffman looked, the more she somehow pleased his eye. She barely had any curves, like a malnourished kid with straw-yellow hair. Holding her felt like hugging a bundle of bones. And still, again and again, she lit up that hunger in him.
• Worse, she was a flat-out scammer. First she tricked him into marriage, then she’d go for his money—and his body.
• Thinking of how many times he’d wanted her that way, Jeremy started to wonder if he’d hit some crazed, starved age.