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“Wake up, sleeping beauty," he whispered in her ear. "The sun is just about to crest the mountains.""Tell it to wait," she mumbled.”
“His head lowered as he brushed his nose against hers. "Tell me to stop. Please, Lexi, because I can no' do it on my own." She put her hands on each side of his face. "Don't ever stop." He issued a groan before he took her mouth again.”
“Where she ended, he began.”
“Her eyes opened and clashed with his. Kyran had the insane urge to lean down and kiss her. Twice in a matter of hours. If he were smart, he'd put some distance between them. Then again, only a fool would walk away from someone like her. And Kyran wasn't a fool.”
“Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius. But she wanted him. That made all the difference in the end.”
“Love can heal. And forgive.”
“Look at me, Nat. I won’t bite.” There was a long pause before he said, “Hard.”