Rafe sucked in a stunned breath. Bloody hell. Of all the places for this conversation to land— You don’t remember kissing me. He damn well remembered kissing her. The lush curve of her in his arms, the hitch in her breath as he dipped his head to hers, the gentle give of her lips as he lifted her closer— The memory nearly undid him. He had spent the last several years fighting to not remember their kiss. But it seemed every last second with this woman ended up imprinted on his very bones. Sophie had become part of his actual biology. You don’t remember kissing me. She looked at him, those
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