Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 34 Next Time

She was so slender that he could almost wrap his hand around her waist with just one palm.

This petite figure probably wouldn't withstand much of hist teasing.

Chandler's warm breath brushed against hor nock from behind, sending a shiver down Meryl's spine.

Her heart raced wildly in response, caught off guard by the sudden rush of sensations. His deep, husky voice whispered in her ear, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his masculinity. and the gentle floral fragrance wafting from the balcony. Meryl felt a bit lightheaded, unsure whether it was the half. glass of rod wine she'd sipped during dinner or the way his lips formed words that seemed to wrap around her like at warm embraco. "Meryl, happy marriago."

Her eyelashes fluttered, and heat flooded her cheeks ast memories of their kiss from the provious night surged back unbiddon.

They had been this close then, too.

Her fingers instinctively curled as she licked her lips, responding softly, "Mr. Aniston, same to you."

Her heart thudded steadily, each beat echoing the fireworks. bursting above them.

Chandler's fingers intertwined with hers from behind.

This embrace was dangerously intoxicating.

Meryl could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, his warmth enveloping her completely.

"Mr. Aniston?" Chandler echoed, a hint of dissatisfaction. lacing his tone.

slightly, their eyes locking.

appeared on Chandler's

hand brushing over her shoulder as he turned her

you call me 'hubby," Chandler

cheeks into a fiery blush:

expression

scent of wine clung to her, alluring him further. He gently grasped the

was just about to bridge the distance for a kiss when, out of nowhere, his phone rang, shattering the

felt an unexpected wave of relief wash over her. She thought, "It

tightly, her heart

to attend to, and

refreshing shower, Meryl emerged,

her mind wandered back to her conversation with Anne

number; but to her surprise,

Meryl asked, her

Anne's husband but knew this wasn't

was loud, with music blaring

"Is Anne at a

bartender's polite voice confirmed her suspicions. "Are you a friend of this lady? She's had a bit too much

you come pick her

and she quickly threw

you give me the

she rushed to the door but then remembered Chandler was still in the