Laura Sterling
“Derick… kiss me again. Just like that…”
Laura’s voice came out as a soft, dreamy whisper while she sat at her vanity table, slowly running the silver brush through her long dark brunette hair. In the mirror, her hazel eyes sparkled with pure adoration.
She was back in her old bedroom, sunlight streaming through the lace curtains, and her heart felt light and full of hope.
*Seven years ago… when everything still felt possible.*
She closed her eyes, a shy smile playing on her full lips as she replayed the memory of Derick’s kiss from earlier that afternoon.
The way his hands had gently cupped her face, the warmth of his breath, the way he had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
“He said he wants to treat me like a queen,” she murmured to herself,
