Chapter 12 Roman 11

Rory woke to Romans hands stroking over her body, his touch as light as feathers. Leaving a trail of goosebumps and longing in their wake. Rory nestled into his bare chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

Firm hands turned her face up to his. He kissed the ti...

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