HAZEL'S POV“Hmm, I like that,” I murmured with lazy contentment as Roland’s fingers traced idle patterns across my stomach, brushing dangerously close to the hem of my nightshirt. “Of course you do,” he replied quietly, his voice laced with amusement and passion.My response died in my throat as his fingers inched up my shirt and caressed my bare skin.I shivered, but not from cold.“You’re tense,” he murmured, his lips near my ear.“I’m happy,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”Roland chuckled, low and warm. “Then why does it feel like you’re about to snap in half? Your body's literally begging for a massage right now.”I turned to face him, a teasing smile already stretching over my lips. “I was thinking of something more…pleasurable.’Roland's gaze flickered hotly, then he framed my face with his hands. “Stop tempting me, Hazel.” He kissed me.soft at first, then deeper, like he was trying to anchor me to him forever. His thumb stroked along my cheekbone as his tongue swept in
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