C241 Fiddle

Shane’s heated breath fanned my cheek. My soft curves melded against his chiseled one and I forgot how to breathe. My mourning heart skipped a beat—his words shoved life into my dying soul. I’ve spent the last 24 hours yearning for him and wishing for nothing more than his love and affection. Even with everything that has happened in the last day, hope blossomed in my chest