![]() ![]() ![]() The hospital held an annual dinner a few weeks before Christmas that was part party for staff, and part fundraiser. “She wanted to know how the fundraiser was.”Ĭassidy: The event was fine. His eyes stayed on the road, thankfully not shifting to see what she’d sent. I pictured her on the other end of the phone, amused with herself. My phone chimed with a text message, and I dug it out of my clutch.Ĭassidy: Ugh, please stop calling him that. The headlights of Greg’s car cut through the night as we sped through the rural side streets on our way back to his house. I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face. He was nervous about admitting it, but it was the truth. As I searched his expression, I saw everything in his eyes. As he drew back, it came from him in a burst. Greg’s traveling kiss ventured back up to my lips, where he lingered for a long moment. I stroked my palms down his t-shirt covered chest, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles beneath them. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold back the shiver I knew he’d cause. He cradled my face in a hand, holding me steady as his mouth roamed down the column of my throat. ![]()
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