Right, on with the hook itself! A blast from the past and a smidge from ENSLAVED, my very first published book!
Finally, I thought what to say. “It has been eight years. More. How can you…It has been eight years.”
“I have not wavered.” His eyes were steady on mine. His hand was so very warm.
As if in a dream, I reached up and cradled his hand in both of mine. Closing my eyes, I turned to kiss his palm. His other hand smoothed my hair, trailing over my shoulder, down my spine. Leaning into his touch, I shivered with emotion that finally, after all these years, he was touching me.
My hand slid up his forearm, tracing the muscles I found there. He turned my face to his, and I opened my eyes to find his gaze upon me, soft and warm and hard all at the same time. My hand moulded his shoulder as he cupped the back of my head.