Marie Andersson

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He was a moment away from dropping a kiss on her soft red mouth before he caught himself. Christ, where had that come from? It was as if kissing her were the most natural thing in the world. Perhaps guessing his thoughts, she sobered and took a cautious step back. “Thank you, Sir Alex,” she said again before slipping into her chamber. Alex stood staring at the closed door for a long moment before retracing his steps and returning to his own chamber. But the strange interlude with Joan Comyn stayed with him long into the night.
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