The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and sea air.Ophelia stood at the counter in one of Chase’s linen shirts…too big, sleeves rolled, hem brushing her thighs. She poured two mugs, added cream to hers, left his black. Sunlight streamed through the windows, turning the room gold and warm.Chase rolled in from the bedroom, hair still damp from the shower, wearing soft gray sweats and a white T shirt that clung to his shoulders. He looked rested. Content. The way a man who had finally married the woman he waited twenty years for should look.He stopped beside her.Reached up.Took the mug she offered.Their fingers brushed.She smiled…small, intimate, still new.“Good morning, husband.”He set the mug down.Pulled her gently onto his lap.She settled there easily…legs draped over the armrest, arms around his neck.“Morning, wife,” he murmured.He kissed her…slow, lingering, tasting of toothpaste and promise.She kissed him back.Deeper.Hands sliding into his hair.The world narrowed to t
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