Maeve
Surprise flickered over me at Blake’s confession. I don’t know what prompted him to say that, but those were the most beautiful words I had heard in my life. This wretched, beautiful man wanted me. I leaned in and kissed him. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me, crushing me into his rock-hard chest. As his muscles gradually unwound, the tension dissolved and a sense of peace settled over him.
I was so reticent last night and had stayed away from him, but after he left to see Cathy, my jealousy reached a different level. In order to get rid of it, I came to see him.
And whatever was happening between us, I didn’t want it to stop. Probably this was my reassurance? My palms slid to his chest, and he hissed when they went over his scar.
“Maeve,” he groaned.
“Blaze,” I replied,
