Brandon’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He didn’t say a word, just cradled her face in his hands, gently brushing away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his thumbs. Then he leaned down and kissed her—a kiss full of tenderness, reverence, and restraint.
Sophia rose up on her toes, arms circling his neck, tilting her face up to meet his lips.
Whatever restraint Brandon had managed to hold onto snapped in that instant.
They were both quiet souls by nature, but when it came to each other, neither before nor after the memory loss had ever been slow or hesitant. The moment their lips met, the long-suppressed longing and the surge of emotion crashed over them, demanding more.
They lost themselves in their need for each other.
Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, breath mingling in harsh, desperate gasps.
Neither bothered making it to the bedroom. Still tangled together, they stumbled to the front door. Brandon managed to free one hand just long enough to flick the lock shut with a decisive click before pressing Sophia back against the wall, kissing her harder, his other hand tugging impatiently at her clothes.
Sophia was just as frantic, returning his kisses while fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt.
Desire overrode everything else—especially for Brandon.
Every ounce of pent-up feeling poured out of him, shaping every touch and movement. He was rougher, more urgent than ever before, yet somehow still so gentle.
Sophia was swept away on the tidal wave he unleashed.
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Downstairs, outside the apartment complex
Susan tossed the trash into the bin, then headed in the opposite direction of where Kent had driven off, her expression shifting from the calm she’d worn with Sophia to a blank, unreadable mask.


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