Chapter 17 Wishful Thinking
- Sinclair
- "Hmmm," soft butterfly kisses peppered her face, making her smile. She stretched languorously on the cloudlike mattress, the deep maroon satin sheet sliding down her naked body.
- -Wait. Naked?- Sinclair blushed deeply. The memory of what transpired after Nicholas's confession was made known. She trusted him. He also trusted her in every aspect of his life. Her hero with a heart of gold.