Adrian’s POV I did the next sensible thing any man in my position would do. I kissed my wife. The one I’d loved since I was younger, the one I’d married when I got older and found her again, the one who left me, the one who forgot me, the one who married me again, the one still in my bed. It was hot, hungry, passionate and when she kissed me back with the same hunger, I lost it. I groaned against her lips, pulling her until she was laid beneath me, her hair an halo around her head with the soft notes of her shampoo intensifying the warmth in my chest. Hell, I kissed her like I’d never kiss her again, days of her looking at me like a stranger, days of wondering if I’d ever kiss her again in my lifetime, of praying and hoping that her memory returned, it all streamlined into that one moment. Her soft sound as she kissed me back made me feral. I was shaking with an hunger I couldn’t satiate. I wanted more of her, more from her. I wanted her in a different way. She wrapped her small
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