THEA ASHFORD°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・I stood at the vanity in our bedroom, rubbing the last of my nighttime serum into my skin, wearing nothing but one of Gage’s old shirts, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs, when the bathroom door opened behind me.He stepped out, towel slung low on his hips, the deep V of his abdomen on full display as the water still clung to his broad chest, tracing paths down the defined lines of muscle. He rubbed another towel over his salt-and-pepper hair, the muscles in his arms flexing with the motion.I couldn’t help it. My hands stilled on my face, and a slow, helpless smile curved my lips as I watched him in the mirror. God, he was still the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Ten years of marriage, two kids, and the mess of life hadn’t dulled that pull one bit. If anything, it’s as if it had only grown even stronger.He caught my reflection staring and raised a brow, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.“What?” I said defensively, still smil
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