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“Come here, Franny,” he spoke softly
to her.
She paused for just a moment, then
walked right into his arms. Trembling at the strength of his embrace, she
molded herself against him and looked anxiously into his eyes, then her gaze
drifted to his mouth.
“You’re beautiful, Franny,” Dean
whispered. “And very charming.”
Her breath hitched at the words
offered so unexpectedly. She searched his eyes, looking for the truth, still
nervous about accepting people at face value, but he seemed to be honest. She
could feel his warmth and knew he was definitely very real.
“Not really,” she laughed, uneasily.
Her heart beat erratically, and she was appalled at the reaction she was having
to him. Max must have sensed she was uncomfortable because he came over and
nudged her.
“It’s okay, boy,” she bent to pet
him, breaking the spell. “It’s been a fun day, Dean, but we should head back.”
She tried to move away, but he held
her, and she turned to meet his stare. Her gaze traced the hard planes of his
face, the small dimple in his chin, the few gray hairs mingled with his dark
hair, longish above his ears. She ran her hand through the hair at the nape of
his neck which was slightly curling above his collar.
Looking up, she met his kiss. His
lips were gentle, and she could smell his sweet breath mingled with the spicy
scent she now associated with him.
When it ended, she remained in his
embrace, relishing the warmth of his body. His dark brown eyes stared back at
her with an intensity that sent a thrill through her
Happy Reading!
K. R. Bailey
http://www.KRBailey.com
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