KALLE
She'd never in her life had a man look at her—really look at her—the way Gahrye did. After they'd made love, something inside him cracked open. It touched her to her soul. And then, as they talked and kissed and the night got later, they ended up laying side by side, staring at each other.
When he smiled, the room got lighter.
She struggled to believe this was really happening. She put her hand to his strong shoulder and her eyes snagged on the ring now nestled on her left ring finger. Had he really proposed? Did he even know what that meant? Oh, he knew. She suspected he understood it far better than any of the men she'd known before.
She trailed her fingers along his shoulder, down to his collarbone, then his pec. She flattened her palm there, feeling his steel strength covered in velvet skin and her breath caught. Every line of him was divine—flowing, masculine strength. How was it possible he saw her as a prize?
