I kissed you,” Finlay said roughly. “for the very simple reason that you are irresistible.”t”I think that is what is known as serendipity,” Isabella replied, “for it’s the very same reason I kissed you back.”t”Serendipity,” Finlay said, sliding his arm around her waist. “I’ve always wondered what it tasted like.”t”Strawberries, and lavender, and vintage wine, I believe is how you described it.”t”No,” he said decidedly. “It tastes of nothing other than essence of you. The most intoxicating and delicious taste imaginable.

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