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Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Melt
Logan Reynolds I hold her longer than I need to. Not because she’s asking me to, but because I can tell she needs it. Her body melts against mine like she’s been holding herself up for hours, maybe days, and she’s just now giving herself permission to rest. She smells like cold air and Amirah’s vanilla body spray. Her hair’s a little damp from sweat and nerves, and when she finally pulls back to look at me, her eyes are red—wet at the corners. Raw. Still beautiful. “I’ll make you tea,” I say quietly. She doesn’t answer with words. Just nods, soft and slow. I brush her cheek with my thumb before I step back. She follows me with her eyes like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she blinks. I don’t say anything else as I walk into the kitchen, only because I know sometimes space is a love language too. The kettle clicks into place. I open the cabinet, reach for the honey-ginger blend she always drinks when she’s upset. She keeps it in the back so no one else touches it. I take the mug w
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Sub
Viola’s POV The mirror in the hotel room catches the soft, golden light filtering in from the windows. It hits the satin of my dress just right, casting a dreamy shimmer along the curves of my body. I exhale, smoothing my palms over the skirt, then glance at my reflection. My hair is swept up into soft curls, pinned delicately with crystal clips that sparkle like stars. The soft champagne color of the dress Logan picked makes my skin glow. I never imagined I’d throw myself a party here—on the rooftop of City Hall of all places—but here I am, twenty-seven, standing a little taller than I used to, finally proud of the woman I’ve become. The woman who didn’t disappear. The woman who kept writing, even when her heart was shattered and her spirit tired. I blink at my reflection. A small, shaky smile curls across my lips. The door creaks open behind me, and I catch his scent before I even turn—warm cedarwood and fresh laundry. I don’t have to look to know it’s Logan. “Damn,” he
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Special
Viola’s POV The mirror in the hotel room catches the soft, golden light filtering in from the windows. It hits the satin of my dress just right, casting a dreamy shimmer along the curves of my body. I exhale, smoothing my palms over the skirt, then glance at my reflection. My hair is swept up into soft curls, pinned delicately with crystal clips that sparkle like stars. The soft champagne color of the dress Logan picked makes my skin glow. I never imagined I’d throw myself a party here—on the rooftop of City Hall of all places—but here I am, twenty-seven, standing a little taller than I used to, finally proud of the woman I’ve become. The woman who didn’t disappear. The woman who kept writing, even when her heart was shattered and her spirit tired. I blink at my reflection. A small, shaky smile curls across my lips. The door creaks open behind me, and I catch his scent before I even turn—warm cedarwood and fresh laundry. I don’t have to look to know it’s Logan. “Damn,” he murmu
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine The Rest Of Your Life
Viola’s POVThe mirror in the hotel room catches the soft, golden light filtering in from the windows. It hits the satin of my dress just right, casting a dreamy shimmer along the curves of my body. I exhale, smoothing my palms over the skirt, then glance at my reflection. My hair is swept up into soft curls, pinned delicately with crystal clips that sparkle like stars. The soft champagne color of the dress Logan picked makes my skin glow.I never imagined I’d throw myself a party here—on the rooftop of City Hall of all places—but here I am, twenty-seven, standing a little taller than I used to, finally proud of the woman I’ve become. The woman who didn’t disappear. The woman who kept writing, even when her heart was shattered and her spirit tired.I blink at my reflection. A small, shaky smile curls across my lips.The door creaks open behind me, and I catch his scent before I even turn—warm cedarwood and fresh laundry. I don’t have to look to know it’s Logan.“Damn,” he murmurs, le
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Enough
Logan ReynoldsI hold her longer than I need to. Not because she’s asking me to, but because I can tell she needs it. Her body melts against mine like she’s been holding herself up for hours, maybe days, and she’s just now giving herself permission to rest.She smells like cold air and Amirah’s vanilla body spray. Her hair’s a little damp from sweat and nerves, and when she finally pulls back to look at me, her eyes are red—wet at the corners. Raw. Still beautiful.“I’ll make you tea,” I say quietly.She doesn’t answer with words. Just nods, soft and slow.I brush her cheek with my thumb before I step back. She follows me with her eyes like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she blinks. I don’t say anything else as I walk into the kitchen, only because I know sometimes space is a love language too.The kettle clicks into place. I open the cabinet, reach for the honey-ginger blend she always drinks when she’s upset. She keeps it in the back so no one else touches it. I take the mug with th
Capturing Viola: His Wife Is Mine Realize
151I don’t mean to drive with tears in my eyes. I don’t mean to dig my nails into the steering wheel or choke on the sound of my own breathing. But here I am—thirty minutes after storming out of the house I share with the man I love—barely holding myself together in the driver’s seat of my car.I hate this.I hate myself.Not because I was upset, but because I didn’t even let him explain. Because I saw that look on Logan’s face—that quiet mix of confusion and hurt—and I still walked out. Slammed the door behind me like I was seventeen again, trying to punish the world for not understanding me. Like he deserved to pay for my silence.The streetlights blur in front of me. Every red light stretches longer than the one before it, as if the universe is forcing me to sit with my shame. And maybe I deserve that.When I pull up in front of Amirah’s apartment, I’m already wiping my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie. The same hoodie Logan gave me last fall—the one that still smells like his
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