“At thirty years old, divorced, and in a beautiful place as close to paradise as I’d ever been, I would damn well do what I pleased. Rafael had never held me like this, making me feel this safe, and content, and— “Wait a minute, what are you doing?” I grumbled, disappointed at the removal of one of Avery’s arms from my waist. Avery laughed as he tucked my hair over one shoulder. “Relax, girl. Nobody is going anywhere, I was just trying to get your hair out of my face.” “Oh!” I pulled... the simple, black ‘emergency’ ponytail holder from my wrist where I’d placed it when I changed after the wedding, and twisted my hair up into a messy bun. “Better?” “Much.” He placed a kiss against my exposed shoulder blades, allowing his lips to linger for a few seconds. The touch of his lips sent a tingle up my spine and I froze, holding my breath. When I glanced back at him, he looked as surprised by the kiss as I was.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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