Threads of Devotion

Her hand drifted down to the buckle of his belt.

Vance caught her wrist instinctively, their foreheads still touching.

"There's something I should tell you," Vance said, swallowing hard, forcing back the rising heat in his veins.

Celine looked at him, her expression earnest—she only wanted to offer him comfort.

But his refusal was unmistakable.

"We'll need to postpone the portrait session for a li