Grace’s POV

It didn’t matter what it felt like. It didn’t matter what I felt, or what Hunter might feel. What mattered were the vows he’d made to Helena.

I forced myself to stand on shaky legs, moving to the bathroom to wash my face. In the mirror, a stranger looked back at me… I didn't know this woman… flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes bright with tears. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly kissed.

Thoroughly compromised. I had just had my first climax with my ...