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When she looked up at him from the protective circle of his arms it was as if she belonged there.

He was holding her for the first time ever—not flesh to flesh, more thick winter coat against thick winter coat—but it was where he wanted her to be, and as he looked down on her beneath the cold, starlit sky for the first time in years desire was warming his blood.

He didn’t want it to—especially remembering who she was—but it was there, the heat of it, and with her eyes pleading and her colour deepening Julianne reached up and kissed him on the lips. It was just a fleeting gesture, but its effect was far from lightweight.

He swung her off her feet and kissed her in return, and it went on and on—until she pushed him away, gasping for breath, and he came to his senses.