The calluses on his palm were rough, sending a tingling sensation across the skin as they touched.

The car’s dim light cast a soft glow, wrapping the space in gentle intimacy.

Henry, overwhelmed by his emotions, leaned in and lightly kissed Giselle Lambert on the lips. His voice, husky with longing, murmured, “I miss you.”

He didn’t pull away; his lips brushed against Giselle’s skin as he spoke, the touch as light and teasing as a strand of hair.

Caught off ...