Lost Heiress 1
She laid on his chest, head resting on his shoulder and dark curls spread all over the place as she slept peacefully. And Julian couldn’t stop looking at her. Holding her. Playing with her hair. Something inside him was scared this wasn’t even real. He had dreamt about this for so much, since the first day, since he thought she was forbidden and wrong and so far away from him. Yet here she was now. So his and right and in his arms. His fingers ran through her hair softly, and Julian knew he was smiling so much the muscles of his face were hurting. And when those big, honey eyes opened and looked at him, he almost lost it all. “Morning, mate,” his mate whispered, slowly tracing his chest with her fingertips. “You were watching me sleep, weren’t you?” “I was.” He wasn’t one bit ashamed
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