Love's Healing Touch
The way that her heart had for him, and opened to him without reservation.
And besides that, she was gazing again at his good looks—not on his face, for even beneath the scars that had disfigured it, there were still some otherworldly good looks—and at how he wore his isolation like a badge. At how he fought, even when the world had already taught him not to trust.
She hadn't intended to fall in love with him. But perhaps that's the way love did things. Quietly. Like mist at dawn.
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Adrian stirred with a soft grunt as the scent of tea and warmth reached him. He blinked against the light, lifting his head slightly.