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.

head slightly, their eyes locking. "Then...

appeared on Chandler's

hand brushing over her shoulder

prefer you call me 'hubby," Chandler said, his voice low and

cheeks into a fiery blush:

expression deepened Chandler's

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

closer, Chandler was just about to bridge the distance for a kiss when, out of

of relief wash over her. She thought, "It seems he

her eyes tightly, her heart

ear, seemed to have urgent business to attend to, and he stepped into the study, leaving her

a refreshing shower, Meryl emerged, only to find

wandered back to her conversation with Anne earlier that

Anne's number; but

Anne?" Meryl asked, her

but knew this

with music blaring in the

Anne

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

come pick

raced, and she quickly threw on

you give me

to the door but then remembered Chandler was still