Chapter Thirty-TwoACACIA AWOKE JUST AS THE SUN peeked over the horizon.
Nicholas was in her bed, his face relaxed in sleep and shadowed with stubble. The sheets had fallen to his waist, exposing his upper body. One of his arms was tucked beneath the pillow, which showed his bicep and forearm to great effect.
Nicholas was a generous lover. It wasn’t fair to compare him with Luc, who’d been her last. Both men had treated her well, which made her very fortunate indeed.
But something hidden had been unearthed the night before. She didn’t remember ever having such an aching want or such intense, unbridled satisfaction.
Nicholas seemed more handsome to her that morning. She felt a tenderness toward him that made her reach out to touch his face. She kissed his pouting lower lip.
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