The Fitting Ch 06
The moon had risen high in the starry night when they both stirred awake. Robert took Rachelle’s hand and pulled her to his body so tenderly. His kiss on her forehead was to allow her to feel his warmth. Had it only been this morning when he walked into Vaughn’s shop? He almost didn’t make the fitting. He would have lost something so precious if he had allowed his anger to stay on the surface. Rachelle moved slightly nesting her curves around his body. Neither felt like speaking, just laying in...