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oaning softly,
I frowned beyond the haze of sleep as rough fingertips coaxed me into consciousness. Turning my head into the contact, I furrowed my brows and sighed while Roark traced my lips. A tickle slithered across my cheek and up my nose, and I forced open my heavy eyelids to blink a few times.
Propped on his elbow to gaze down at me, Roark wore a smile so serene it knocked the air from my lungs. It was such a contrast to the confused misery on his face the night before when he told me about the conversation he’d had with his father. Humming softly at him, I rolled sluggishly onto my side to face him before he opened his mouth.
“I want to introduce you to my dad.” Whispering, Roark punctuated his desire with a deep kiss, and I moaned softly. My brain kicked into action, sl
