“Are you wondering what make-up sex feels like when it counts this much?” “Yes,” she breathed, her belly fluttering wildly, along with her heart. “Thank God,” Wells said on a gruff exhale. “At least that’s something. At least that’s hope. You’re always giving me that.” He cupped her face, alarming Josephine when she couldn’t help but turn into the warmth, like a flower receiving water.
