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Ian said she was beautiful. She felt every bit of it under his caring gaze. She would give herself this one night no matter what the morning would bring. She would have no regrets.
“So, I believe . . .” she said, letting her finger drift over his abdomen and down to the sheet, thrilled to notice his body quivered at her touch, “. . . that your cloth will fall off quicker than mine.”
“And I think yours will.”
She raised a brow in challenge. Gwen let her fingers play with the edge of the cloth before she grabbed hold and let gravity take over. She smiled as the cloth fluttered to the floor. Her fingers dragged lower. “This, I remember.”
Ian returned the smile playfully. Before she even saw his hand, her dress fell next to his.
He leaned to her. “And I remember this.” Ian kissed her,
