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Edie didn’t know what to say when Pryce almost slipped that he loved her. She was starting to wonder if she felt the same, but she was nowhere near ready to utter the words yet, so she hedged.
When he smiled at her and moved closer, pulling her in with one hand on her hip and the other teasing the fabric of her shirt that was barely holding on, Edie went willingly into his arms. She always went willingly into his arms. She felt safe there. Like she was meant to be there.
His fingertips grazed her bare skin beneath the edge of her shirt. Then his entire hand was on her, and she was lost to him. She let herself sink into his kiss and his touch and knew he would catch her. No matter how hard or far she fell.
His lips were soft but encouraging. He always let her lead, but he wasn’t hold
