She learned to read at the age of four and has been hooked ever since. She credits her passion for literature to her mother, her love of story-telling to her father and her unwavering faith in happily-ever-afterâs to her husband, Sean.Some of her favorite things include rainy days, loud music, superhero movies, hot tea and of course, lazy afternoons with a great book. To find out more about Kate, her work or to just say hello, she loves hearing from her readers and can be found on social media.
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The light from the bathroom splays across the bed, illuminating her features just enough for me to see the way the blush heats the soft planes of her face. Her long, thick eyelashes rest there just above her cheeks, brushing her newly sun-kissed skin. I can just barely see the light dust of freckles that dance across the bridge of her nose.
As she gives me the small smile that always causes my breathing to hitch, those rogue dimples of hers pop up and are just begging to be kissed. She opens her eyes and I feel my heart stop for what feels like the millionth time today.
Every time she looks at me, everything else simply ceases to exist. My girl is beautiful. Sheâs simply breathtaking and she really has no idea. Iâm under her spell, completely enraptured by her, but she doesnât seem to have a clue.
I tighten my grip on her bare waist as I trace the outline of her perfect lips, continuing to marvel at her before Iâm able to speak again.
âYou are absolutely everything to me, sweetheart. I didnât even know my heart was capable of feeling so much. Before I met you, I was just floating and I didnât even know it.â She opens her eyes again and they meet with mine. âBut now? Iâm alive. I wouldnât be able to exist without you, Sophie. Donât ever doubt what you mean to me. Ever.â