Simone couldn’t believe her eyes when William dropped to one knee, began to say all those tear-inducing words, and proposed. When she was done hugging him, he scooped her up in his arms, and she giggled shyly in response.
Oh heavens, how she loved him!
She sometimes believed she didn’t deserve him. Hell, she was convinced he was what dreams were made of, and not just wet dreams.
She knew the effect he had on her should be ill*gal, but the knowledge didn’t help her evade his feverish touches. On the contrary, she was as eager for completion as he was, the time spent away doing her more harm than good.
Simone couldn’t help but breathe out his name against his lips, “Will,” he was still carrying her, almost effortlessly, making a beeline to the cottage where she was staying. “I still can'
