Anna held her breath, her heartbeat slowing as anticipation settled deep in her chest. Today was the day—the final bandages would come off, revealing the results of the reconstructive surgery she had undergone weeks ago.
During her recovery, William had only visited a handful of times. Truthfully, she was somewhat grateful for his packed schedule keeping him away.
Every time he entered her room, the rich, woody scent of his cologne mixed with the raw intensity of his presence, making her head swim. She would catch herself drifting, words slipping from her grasp, her mind momentarily forgetting how to function.