When You Least Expect It

by Haley Cass

“Don’t apologize,” she murmurs, stroking her hand up and down Hannah’s back, because all she wants is to soothe this anxiety away. Like there’s nothing else that matters remotely as much as this.

“I told you: I don’t do things I don’t want to do. I want to be with you, Hannah.” More than she should, really. More than is good for her. More than is wise or safe for her heart.

The touch is so light and tender, it makes Caroline feel precious in a way she’s certain no woman before her has ever even attempted.

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