Chapter 43

Clara

Oh, how I’ve dreamt of this happening again! Alistair’s lips are back where they belong—locked with mine—and I’m set ablaze when he pulls me as close as my swollen belly will allow. It feels great to taste him, to feel and breathe him in, but as freeing as this moment is, I’m so damn self-conscious about my larger body.

I mean, Alistair is ripped. He is all hard angles and beautiful eyes, so