Chapter 418 His Girl Ch3

• When Jill woke, the world was soft for the first time in forever. The sun hadn’t fully climbed the horizon yet — pale morning light leaking through the old curtains, striping the bed in gold and gray.
• She lay still for a moment, the weight of Dean’s arm draped heavy over her waist. His breath ghosted the back of her neck, slow and warm, a lullaby she’d never let herself believe she could have again.
• She could feel him before she saw him — the steady press of him thick and hard against her ass, even in sleep. It made her thighs press together, not with that sharp, poisoned hunger, but with something sweeter, heavier. Want. Pure and simple.