Giselle’s actions were a symphony of elegance and precision, her slender, graceful fingers a perfect complement to the stark white porcelain of the dinnerware.

Henry’s gaze swept over her, his eyes darkening with thoughts that grew louder by the moment.

Without a moment's hesitation, Henry strode forward, enveloping Giselle in his arms from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck to breathe in her scent.

His arms, strong and unyielding, wrapped around her like ...