“She frowned into the mirror. The days since her encounter on the riverbank with Hayes had been hell. She hadn’t been able to put him out of her mind, hadn’t been able to forget the few stunning moments when his lips had been upon hers. Those moments had interfered with her work and invaded her sleep. She’d awakened every morning feeling unrested and achy. She wanted him to kiss her again. A kiss? Her frown deepened. Could she even call the way he’d brushed his mouth against hers a kiss? His tou...ch had been as light as the whisper of butterfly wings against her flesh. Hardly the fevered meeting found in movies and romance novels. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair. And she’d felt faint with pleasure. His kiss had swamped her senses, stolen her ability to speak, to protest. It had stolen her free will. That lightest of kisses had stolen her last six days. Alice paused, the brush in midstroke. After twelve years, after he’d broken her heart, Hayes could still move her with no more than the faintest of touches.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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