Karen Witemeyer Quote

Miss Adams. He repeated. Are you giving me permission to call on you? Tori did her best to play along. She gave a prim nod. I am, sir. As long as your intentions are honorable. Ben dropped the façade, reached between them, and stroked the edge of her cheek with the back of his fingers. Tori, I plan to honor you all the days of my life. He leaned close and touched his lips to her forehead. A tremor coursed down her neck and over her spine. For better or for worse. He kissed her temple, the tender caress stealing Tori’s breath. For richer, for poorer. He kissed the line of her jaw. In sickness and in health. His lips hovered a bare hairsbreadth away from hers. Please, she silently begged. Please. He crooked a finger and placed it beneath her chin, then slowly tilted her face to meet his at the right angle. Until death do us part. Finally his mouth met hers, and Tori caught her second glimpse of heaven that day. Warm, tender, and so full of love, her heart throbbed in response. Somewhere