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Everything Kat had dreamed of but had been too afraid to hope for was ending tonight. As she held Tristan against her body, she clung to him like he was a fading phantom.
With a sigh, he pulled away from her. She watched him use a handkerchief to wipe himself and her before he fixed his trousers.
Kat slid off the shelf, her feet unsteady from the two overpowering orgasms. Using the bookcase as support, she grabbed her clothes, minus the ripped underwear, and dressed quickly.
Tristan didn’t speak while she dressed, instead gazing at the stained-glass couple. When he finally faced her, his eyes were shadowed with sorrow.
“You asked me if the stained glass at my mother’s town house was what moved me to tears. It wasn’t.” He lifted his head in the direction of the medieval couple. “It w
