*Nevaeh*

He pulls away from our kiss, and my heartbeat quickens as he lifts his hand, caressing my cheek with his palm while his eyes bore straight into my soul. My breath catches in my throat when he pulls me back in and our lips meet again. I close my eyes and inhale the scent of citrus with a hint of musk. He smells so intoxicating, especially after so many days on the battlefield and in the hospital.

He has prepared for this moment.

Pleasant tingles echo down ...