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Sloane had always been dangerous curves and flirty banter. She was sunshine and laughter. Not even my own frosty exterior seemed to cool her warmth. I had no right, but too often I caught myself leaning into her presence like a flower getting its first taste of morning sunlight.
I had known better than to chase dreams I didn’t have any right to hold.
Venturing into the unknown, I embraced the possibilities ahead, recognizing that taking charge of our destiny meant confronting the shadows of my past.
When I was out of sight, I finally slowed and pulled the notepad from my pocket. I scribbled down exactly the way Sloane smelled so I wouldn’t forget. Honey. Biscuits. Home.
My muscles flexed, every inch of me rock hard and coiled tight. If I snapped, I’d devour her and incinerate us both.
“Some of us can see beauty in what others would call trash. Even something broken can be loved.”
He should have kissed me. At that moment, I didn’t care that he was my boss or my friend’s brother. Not only would I have allowed the kiss, but I had craved it.
With a sense of ease and without an ounce of hesitation, I pulled her into me and openly kissed my wife in front of the whole damn town.
my insides began to unravel. Something so simple and wonderfully domestic as a family movie with the kids hit me in the chest. It could always be like this.
