Caine kissed her temple as they lay together. Throughout their picnic lunch, he found it difficult to keep his hands off her. But he didn’t want to interrupt her meal. He satisfied himself by stealing kisses whenever he could. Now, she reclined against him, wrapped in his embrace.
The meal had been light, considering they had only finished breakfast a short time ago, but more than that, he loved having her in his arms. Every day should be like this. He kissed her temple with a satisfied sigh.
“Someone’s happy,” Eleanor chuckled.
“I am. And you?” Caine asked.
“Yes. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect day.”
“Good. I want every day with you to be like this.”
Eleanor snuggled against him. No one had ever been so considerate to her. She had never been anyone’s priority. No one took time
