Chapter 535 Let Go of Me, What Are You Doing

• Hazel’s lips had a perfect cut—soft, girlish rose, the kind of shade that knocks straight guys flat. And her mouth was tiny, a cherry bite. It reminded Zachary of something someone once told him: a cherry mouth is the kind men can’t stop wanting to kiss.
• So this is what she looks like under the veil—clean, breathtaking, unreal.
• Zachary’s mind flashed to that spring dream he’d had. In the dream, he’d pinned her in the corner and kissed her like he owned the night…