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Parting her lips just a little, she pressed them to his. His lips were soft.

But then his hands were on her shoulders and he gently pushed her away.

In that horrifying moment Aisly realised that she had completely misread his attention.

‘I want to. You’re so lovely. But it wouldn’t be fair.’

His voice was so gentle and his eyes so soft that she wanted to run and hide. The way her body was responding to him was nothing but wrong. And yet for some strange reason she felt close to this foreigner, closer than she’d felt to anyone in a long time. She was just so lonely. That was why.

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, and moved back a little.

He caught her wrist before she could get far. ‘Never apologise for touching me.’

It wasn’t an admonishment, precisely. His voice was warm, and if she didn’t know better—he was an injured man—it was textured with longing.