I was lucky this was just an act. “Darling.” His smile was broad as he stopped in front of me and gently gripped my shoulders, then pressed a kiss to my cheek. It was chaste—not even a second long—but time seemed to slow when his lips made contact with my skin. They were soft and perfect, brushing so faintly against me that the lack of contact made me long for more. His sandalwood and pine scent wrapped around me, and I leaned into him, unable to help myself. When he pulled back, I caught sight of his grandmother looking at us with delight. “Are you about to break into applause, Granny?”
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