The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 273

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her elbows–only to freeze when the cool air rushed over her bare

skin.

She sucked in a sharp breath, realization crashing down on her all at

once,

She was completely exposed.

A jolt of panic shot through her, her arms instinctively moving to shield herself, but before she could gather the sheets, strong fingers

wrapped around her wrist, stopping her.

Her gaze snapped to his, heart thundering against her ribs.

Graham’s grip was firm, unyielding, but not cruel. His touch alone sent heat curling low in her belly, a reminder of just how intimately he had touched her mere hours ago.

His lips moved, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to make sure she

understood.

Not like that.

His voice–if she could have heard it–would have been rougher now, huskier, tinged with something deep and unreadable. His eyes flickered downward, sweeping over the expanse of her bare shoulders,

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then lower–before he tore his gaze away sharply, as if looking at her

any longer would break whatever fragile control he had left.

Jaw tight, he bent down and grabbed the crumpled nightgown from

the floor, the delicate white fabric wrinkled and stretched, the lace

slightly torn.

Isla swallowed, noting the way his expression darkened at the sight of

1. it.

Something flickered across his features–an emotion she couldn’t quite place. Possession. Frustration. Maybe even regret.

She reached for the nightgown, fingers brushing against his as she took it from him, but still, she hesitated.

Her eyes lifted back to his, searching, questioning. Where are we

going?

Graham exhaled, raking a hand through his hair, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he did. She caught the way his throat bobbed, the slight tension in his stance–as if he, too, was fighting something within himself.

He looked at her then, holding her gaze with an intensity that made the air between them feel thick, charged.

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Just get dressed first.

The words were curt but not unkind. There was something restrained in the way he said them, something that made her pulse trip.

Then, for the first time, he turned away.

She blinked, startled. Graham Lancaster–who never looked away, never backed down from anything–was giving her privacy.

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He went to sleep withths Isla spooned against his body with the that tomorrow, his is fefe was going to change forever.

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Chapter 272

She wriggled slightly, uneasy at first, but he felt the exact moment

her body surrendered to his–when she exhaled that last shaky

breath, when her fingers hesitantly clutched at the fabric of his shirt,

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