CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE
ROXANNE'S POV
A strong warmth of assurance flooded my body, cooling my foul temper and screwing nails of hope into my heart.
There was hope. Edward loved me. But would he stand by me if he found out my past, if he saw the video of my hanging legs and moany whimpers? Would he overlook all of that and stand by me?
My gaze lifted to meet his, and all thought vanished. All I could see was his lips that were calling dearly to me to have a taste.
As if he knew what was running through my mind he lowered his lips and kissed me. A passionate kiss that felt very painful because guilt had been stamped graciously in my heart.
I took a longing grasp on his shoulders, pushing myself up so that his hard chest could squash my hard nipples into pregnancy softness.
