His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when theyd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting.It wasnt the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs.God, I miss you, he said in a voice that cracked. Every night. Every day
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About J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn
J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn.
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