Chapter 373

Leslie wrapped her arms around Broderick's waist. That kiss - it was like flipping a switch, and whatever self-control Broderick had left just crumbled. He was holding the woman he loved, soft and warm in his arms. In that moment, he couldn't pretend to be all ice and restraint-any more of that would be inhuman. Water sloshed out of the tub, splashing everywhere. No one knew how much time passed before Broderick reached over to a cabinet, grabbed a soft towel, and wrapped Leslie up in it. Then, he carried her straight to the bed. He placed her on the bed-her fair skin, wet dark hair, and the muted gray sheets-a splash of vivid beauty against the dull background. "Leslie, look at me. Who am I?" Broderick leaned over her, one arm braced beside her, the other reached out to gently trace her cheek, making her whole body shiver. Her hair was still damp, strands sticking to her chest. His gaze was borderline obsessed, like he was staring at something sacred-his beloved wife. Then he dipped h