“Daniel was already up and getting dressed. She watched, content to simply soak in how handsome he was, even as she wondered about each and every scar he bore. “What’s your favorite memory?” he asked, turning around. She smiled at the sight of his face. “You’re good. How did you know I was awake? “Your breathing changed. You make a lovely—very feminine, of course—snuffle when you’re sleeping.” “Are you saying I snore?” “Of course not.” He grinned and strode to her, dropping a kiss on her mouth. ...“I said you snuffled.” Hmpf. She sat, drawing the blankets about herself as he went back to grooming his beard. The one she’d asked him to grow. “My favorite memory is the first time you, we, well you know.” He laughed. “That’s one of my favorites, too. How about one that doesn’t involve me?” He had no idea how deeply she felt for him, silly man. All her favorite memories were of him. “Let’s see. My grandmother used to sneak me into the kitchen and let me roll dough with her.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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