The Rich Man's Proxy Marriage
A moment later, before either of them knew what was happening, their lips brushed in a brief, accidental kiss.
Elena stiffened where she sat, her breath faltering.
It was her first kiss.
Holden withdrew slightly, his deep, narrow eyes lingering on her reddened lips. His throat tightened.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. Then—teasing, wicked— “Or… should I make it up to you with another kiss?”
“I think…” Elena whispered, staring at him, “…I should slap you.”
Holden’s lips curved, a soft chuckle escaping him.
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