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MADELINE
Hudson and I went on a date Saturday night for the first time in too long. We got dressed up, sat in candlelight, and shared a bottle of wine with our pasta dishes. The atmosphere of the Italian restaurant lent to a sexy mood, and my body remained warm from the night before and memories of Colton.
When Hudson stripped me down later in the privacy of our bedroom, everything but him fled from my mind as he worshiped me from lips to thighs. Even his kissing over my stretch marks didn’t cause discomfort to twinge through me like it used to do.
Healing had begun, and I gloried in the sense of lightness inside my chest.
With every stroke of his length, Hudson took me higher, made my skin burn and my pulse thrum. We felt…new. Restarted on the course we’d begun prior to Peter and
