BOOK TWO

Aubrey 001:

I stood at the window in the shade of the upper story overhang, and as the water rushed over my hands from the bowl I was rinsing, I stared out at the ocean. It was a bright clear day, a few hazy clouds overhung the gray and white waves. But otherwise, utterly pristine. The sand remained beige, littered with blown bits of shell, seaweed, and other plants. But it was home.

We were home.

We'd left as an anxiously attracted couple with insurmountable differences and a lot of desire, and come home as a temple worthy, temple married family.

I heard the padding of Rafe's feet on the tiles before I heard him breathing. And I felt his arms around my middle, gently circling, tenderly letting me know what I meant to him.

"Run?" He whispered, not needing any other words. His dark head bent to my neck as he fondled my breasts, his thumbs doing provocative things, as his lips caressed my sensitive earlobe.

I could barely nod.

He let me go instantly and twirled around to go change his clothes. I leaped after him, straddled him piggy-back and caressed his earlobes as he had done mine. Rafe supported me easily--- he is very strong, and very built, and very good-looking.

"Run?" He still asked, and I murmured the correct response in his ear, but he dumped me on our downstairs bed and proceeded to show me what my attention had done to him.

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