Grace was sweating under Caesar's intense gaze, feeling the weight of his presence bearing down on her. Her thumping heart betrayed her, no matter how hard she tried to control herself. Caesar held the sides of her face, his touch both tender and possessive. His gaze softened and filled with love and yearning as he pulled her gently towards him, their eyes locked in an intense embrace.

　　"Grace, after that night at my house, I wasn't myself," Caesar confessed, his voice ...