Chapter 82 Chloe
- Chloe's pulse thrummed in her ears, the warmth of Gordon's breath against her skin making her lean in just a fraction more.
- The pantry's dim light flickered slightly, casting elongated shadows that seemed to urge them toward seclusion.
- Without a word, he took her hand—his fingers firm yet gentle—and guided her toward a shadowed corner where the shelves met the wall, away from the faint glow of the single bulb.