Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

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Meryl's hurriedly explained, "Anne was just joking, you shouldn't take her seriously. I... I..."

But her words faltered, caught in the whirlwind of emotions. swirling around her.

Just then, Chandler leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a sudden kiss.

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Meryl froze, her mind racing as Chandler's large hand cradled the back of her head, tilting her face up towards his.

The world around them faded into silence, the only sounds being the soft rustle of fabric and the faint echo of their quickening breaths. Chandler had indulged in a bit of white wine earlier, and the subtle scent lingered on his lips, intoxicating her

senses.

At that moment, Meryl instinctively closed her eyes, feeling a jolt of electricity coursing through her, even to her fingertips.

His rough fingers grazed her slender waist, settling on her back, sending shivers down her spine.

She felt small and delicate in his embrace, completely at his mercy, not daring to move.

Just as the heat between them intensified, Chandler's phone

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rang, cutting through the tension like a knife.

They pulled apart, foreheads touching, both breathing heavily, their hearts racing in unison.

reluctantly released her and

racing back to the kiss they had just shared, her heart still

Chandler returned, he was slipping on his clothes,

to take a business trip last minute. I might

momentarily taken aback. She nodded, quickly gathering her thoughts and rushing to the bedroom to help him pack. She rifled through the closet, pulling out three tailored suits suited for different occasions,

Chandler saw the effort she put into packing,

he grasped

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arms.

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buried his nose in her fragrant hair, his voice low and teasing. "No sneaky watching porn videos while I'm gone, alright?" Meryl leaned against his chest, her voice

you're curious, just wait for me

thought, "Is that what I

Exploring together?"

his

the door, feeling a mix of emotions as he

gone, she tiptoed back

against hers, the warmth of his body. She pulled the blanket over her, unable to resist the urge to

phone hadn't interrupted us, where would we

he even asked if

Oh, come on!

so reserved and composed? When did he become

so acting like that because of me, or has

and turned, unable to shake the images dancing in her

in hand, though he hadn't turned a single page in nearly

and closed his eyes, thoughts drifting back to his earlier conversation with Dante over