Chapter 74
The soft hum of the hotel room's heating system was the only sound that filled the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the roaring beauty of Niagara Falls cascaded endlessly, illuminated by gentle lights casting a shimmering reflection across the dark water. But inside the suite, Mark’s world was silent, still, and entirely consumed by the woman lying next to him. Ronnie was out cold. She was sprawled across the bed on her stomach, arms curled under the pillow. Her platinum blonde hair was a complete, glorious mess—wild strands clinging to her damp skin and sticking out in soft, tangled waves. Her makeup, what little remained, was smudged beneath her eyes and across her cheekbones, lipstick smeared but it didn’t detract from her beauty—it enhanced it. She looked raw, real, and bre
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