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We spent Christmas in bed making the most sublime love I’d ever known.
Jensen was searingly sweet, attentive and generous with his love. With every second that passed,
my soul healed.
When Bryce called out of the blue, I bit back tears as I wished him and Savvie a merry Christmas.
A text from Gideon an hour laterdaringme to spend New Year with him and Leonie brought on another emotion bout.
I’d never discovered what my mother had written to them in their letters, and I didn’t need to. Not any more. Somehow we’d all found happiness despite the abysmal odds, and that was enough for me.
I was a little apprehensive when Jensen strode into the room the next night, breathtaking in his tuxedo.
I was also formally dressed in a strapless gown, with shoes and a matching clutch. Diamonds
sparkled at my throat and in my ears, and my hair was slicked back and down my back, a simple
enough style that’d surprisingly taken more time than I’d anticipated, making me a little late and a lot flustered when Jensen halted in his tracks.
‘Holy fuck, you look incredible,’ he breathed, his voice rough.
‘All this wasn’t achieved without huge effort, I’ll tell you that.’
He shook his head, his hands sliding over my waist to grip my hips. He loved gripping me there,
and I loved his big, callused hands on me.
‘The outer package is merely the support act to the real diamond beneath that shines through your
eyes, your smile. I taste it when I kiss you. Feel it when I’m inside you.’
I fanned my face, swallowing more than once before I could speak. ‘You’re going to make me cry
again and ruin my make-up and make us late to wherever we’re going.’
He gave a wicked smile, kind enough not to point out how many times I’d dissolved into tears in
the last twenty-four hours. It was as if all the grief, anger and bitterness I’d bottled up inside had needed an outlet immediately. He’d never once complained.
He’d simply gathered me in his arms and held me until the storm passed. That simple act of
kindness had helped me heal faster, enough to tentatively embrace the phenomenon of his love.
He held out his hand and I slipped mine into it, my heart flooding with joy as he walked us out of
the door and downstairs to his car.
The bright lights of Copenhagen flashed by as we headed into the inner city. When he stopped in
front of a futuristic-looking glass building, I stepped out, looking for clues as to where we were.
‘If you’re trying to guess where we are, don’t bother. Unless you’ve become fluent in Danish in the last day and a half?’
I shook my head, laughing. ‘I’m good, but not that good.’
Jensen tossed his keys to a valet and held out his arm to me. I slipped mine through and we walked
together into the building that turned out to be an art gallery.