Alan's POV :
I stand mere inches from Lynn, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. Adonis looms behind her, his large hands resting possessively on her hips. The dim kitchen light casts shadows across Lynn's face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbone, and the soft fullness of her lips.
I inhale deeply, drinking in her intoxicating scent. Woodsmoke from the crackling fire she enjoyed earlier mingles with the sugary sweetness of roasted marshmallows. Underneath it all, I detect the familiar notes of lavender and roses from her body wash. The combination is uniquely Lynn, and it makes my head spin.
"Lynn," I murmur, my voice husky with emotion. "I'm sorry for the other day. I was an ass."
Her hazel eyes soft and pained search my face.
"Alan, I—"
"I'm so sorr
