Ümmühan
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It had happened so naturally, this fall into Winn. Like I was out for a short drive, and when I looked back to where I’d started, instead of traveling yards, I’d gone miles.
Deeper and deeper, until there was no turning back.
I was in it with this woman.
So fucking in it.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
I twisted, taking her face in my hands. Those indigo eyes seared into mine. They saw the fears. The doubts. The frustration. They gave me a place to put it all. A place to just . . . be real.
She’d told me this morning that I carried burdens. I did. But right here, in this moment, she was there to help share the load.
Griffin Eden was tantalizing. Magnetic. Rugged and bold.
Winslow was a woman apart. In beauty. In brains. In sex appeal.
Her confidence was as alluring as those freckles across her nose.
Maybe if I understood her better, I’d get her off my mind. That, and go a few years without kissing her.
Days later and the temptation of her lips was as powerful as ever.