His blue eyes were saying something Beryl had been wanting to hear—Edward needed her.She reached out and touched the growing hair on his jaw. He had decided to let his beard grow over the cold months. He placed his hand over hers, and turning it slowly over, he kissed her wrist.The sensation of his lips on her skin made Beryl’s knees feel weak. Good thing I’m sitting.
-Jenny Knipfer
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