“I was the one who kept it from you. You’re not to blame.”
“But I was genuinely angry,” Briony said, her voice soft but earnest. “At the time, I truly never imagined you would remarry so quickly. And… it hurt.”
Stewart froze.
It took him several seconds to process her words. His eyelashes trembled, and his whole body went tense. “Bryn, are you saying…”
He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning hung in the air between them.
The woman’s eyes held a gentle smile, and deep within her pupils, only the reflection of his handsome, chiseled face could be seen.
It was her silent answer.
The car was perfectly still.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his heart pounded like a drum.
His bandaged hand moved to cup the back of her neck. As her eyes widened in surprise, he leaned in and kissed her.
The moment their lips touched, it felt as if both their hearts exploded.
A searing heat flooded their veins, a tingling numbness that started at their lips and spread all the way to the crowns of their heads.
Stewart’s kiss was light and gentle, full of restraint and control. After so many years apart, during which they had both been alone, they moved with a careful tenderness.
Though not as fierce or passionate as his kisses from the past, this one was almost too much for Briony to bear. Her lashes fluttered wildly before she finally closed her eyes, her slender fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. Her fingers curled, their tips numb.
She could hear the faint thudding of a heartbeat, but she couldn’t tell whose it was.
A car driving past in the garage startled the two of them.

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