While there is comfort in his arms, a deep rooted one that speaks solely of home and belonging, she cannot simply forget his words. And as she thinks, feeling the warmth that radiates off of him like a furnace, her mind turns. "We were returning to Scotland from France."
Tipping her head slightly to look as him, to say yes. Yes. That is it, isn't it, my love?
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Tipping her head slightly to look as him, to say yes. Yes. That is it, isn't it, my love?