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Both of them relaxed, enjoying the silence and the rhythm of their breathing as it slid into sync.
“I made myself a promise,” Harlow murmured.
“What promise?”
Closing her eyes, she thought about how much she’d missed the softness of his bedroom voice. The only light came from a dim lamp in the corner; this was a room designed for intimacy.
“That I’d lie in your arms one more time before I died.” Drawing her up higher than he had before, he looked at her with a frown. Harlow noted the moment he spotted the bruise on her cheek. “It’s nothing.”
She tried to lie back down, but he wouldn’t let her. “That’s what you say to other people,” he said, almost quoting what she’d said to him in Ophelia’s apartment. “What happened?”
“Brash,” she said. He inhaled so hard that his chest pushed he
