Kinley
The happiness Kinley felt flooding through her entire body the next morning after spending an entire night making love to the man of her dreams, was nothing short of perfection. She had never thought happiness like this existed.
Of course, the movies and books painted much prettier pictures as to how it was supposed to be and supposed to feel. They tend to leave out the terrible heartbreak, or the heaviness of spending night after night alone. In the end the prince charming almost always shows up. That's not always the case in real life though.
Hers did. He just happened to wear a fur coat instead of a suit of armor.
She rolled over to trace the trail from his broad shoulders down to his tight butt with her fingers, but he wasn't there. The imprint left from his masculine body in the bed was beginning to fade. She felt it for warmth, but there was none.
Panic set in.
Was this it? Had Seamus come and took her very heart away?