On the Line
Waiting until the wedding night would be worth it, I tried to remind myself, fighting the hot pulse of heat slowly crawling down my body like I was being unzipped. Ready to come undone.
I edged back enough to find his eyes. “Let’s leave.”
“Really?” His throat moved with a hard swallow.
I nodded. “If you think we can escape . . . I’m game.”
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