—Mabel—

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

Slowly, he leaned closer and claimed my lips.

My breath hitched, and delicious warmth spread through me.

The kiss was nothing like the frantic kisses we'd shared before. It was slow. Unhurried. Almost careful, as though Alec was reminding himself that this time, I was choosing to be here.

I melted against him, my fingers curling into his T-shirt.

Six years ago, I had walked away from this man believing I'd never see him ...