Chapter 28

• "Annie?" Nathaniel called softly, assuring her with a gentle touch on her warm hands. She nodded, giving him her consent. He slowly bent down to her height and took her lips in his, cherishing every taste.
• "I fucking love you, Annie," he murmured, his hands roaming her curves.
• Annie reveled in the warmth of his kiss. It was gentle and subtle, different from the one she dearly loved. Harold's kisses were demanding and intense; with only his kiss, she bet she could come. But between what she wanted, she wished to keep this, to belong to someone who would never make her feel less for a second.