Chapter 90
- I set Ethan down gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from his forehead before straightening. My fingers slipped into my hair and pulled out the black tie that had been holding it up all day.
- With a soft tug, my hair tumbled over my shoulders, long and loose, catching the breeze from the open window behind me.
- A few strands danced on the wind, brushing against Damien’s cheek.