Chapter 117

Chapter 117:

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Suddenly, Andrew dipped down and brushed his lips across hers. Their breaths mingled, and her whole body hummed. It was getting too intense. If this continued, she would lose control.

Cathryn pushed him away, snatched up a quilt, and scrambled off the bed. “I’m going to the guest room,” she said, her voice shaking.

Andrew sat up, looking wounded. “Cathryn, I swear, I only want to hold you. Nothing more.”

She hid her burning face behind the curtain of her hair. “I’ll move back to this room when your injury heals. It’s just safer that way.”

Truthfully, it wasn’t his self-control she distrusted. She was more afraid of losing her own.