The Italian's Perfect Lover (22 page)

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

Exhausted, she closed her eyes. It was too
much looking into his eyes, knowing what he’d done for her and all
that he promised. She nodded once more and leant against him, her
skin receiving his breath against her cheek, as necessary to her as
the air she breathed.

“Yes?” He asked once more.

She tilted her face up to his and their eyes
met in a communion that needed no words. She opened her lips to
form the word he was seeking but her answer was no longer required
and disappeared into a kiss that sealed their future.

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