Sunday Snippet for Pursuing Honor:
She moved closer to Hunter's side, and ran the tips of her fingers over the backs of his hand. Her pads rose and fell over each delicate bone. He was with her, and that was all that mattered for now. They would have to face their reality soon enough. She raised her eyes slowly up his arm to his face. He had good bones. His jaw was strong and square. Dark brown stubble sprouted his tanned skin. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel the short bristles scratch her cheek as his mouth found hers. His upper arm brushed against the side of her breast, and she caught her breath. Maybe words were overrated.