THIRTY-NINE
With her lips pressed against George's mouth and his arms holding her like the most precious thing in the world, Melitta surrendered to the moment. There was nothing more she wanted than to be here, now, with him. The warmth of a fire at her back and the warmth of his love before her...
Melitta broke away from his kiss, gasping.
"Marry me," he said.
She blinked. Surely she hadn't heard correctly.
"I love you. Marry me, Lady Melitta. I could never love another woman the way I love you."
Perhaps she had.
Then his lips claimed hers again, and nothing else mattered. This was as mind-blowing as every kiss she had ever felt through someone else's thoughts, and yet it was so much more. Because she could feel it, burning within her. Hers. No one else's.
"We're perfect for
