He takes my face in his hands. “You were never really his.” He kisses me softly. “What makes you say that?” I whisper against his lips. “Because you were always promised to me.” Our kiss deepens. “You only married him so that you could find me.” He takes my face in his two hands as we kiss, and my eyes flutter closed. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmurs against my lips. I feel my heart free-fall from my chest. Oh . . .
