Maddey’s uncharacteristic display of vulnerability breaks the last of my resolve. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands, tunneling my fingers into her hair and causing the pen securing her bun to come loose, the silky curls brushing against my forearms as they tumble around her. “No.” I pause to clear my throat of the lust and rage blocking it. “Nothing came. I haven’t even checked to see if you have mail.” My thumbs caress the jut of her cheekbones, her lashes fluttering closed as if my touch alone is enough to soothe away all her worries. The complete and utter faith she has in me is a
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