Megan held his hand and raised it to her cheeks, feeling his warmth on her face. She closed her eyes and held her breath, saying a silent prayer.  She kissed the inside of his palm and lingered, her warm lips on his hand, breathing in his scent.  Four long, excruciating days since that tragic cold winter day at the cabin. Megan couldn’t remember when she had slept last, knowing if she tried the nightmare would come again.  Feeling his hand on her face and holding it in place, she held back tears. If she let them fall, she feared the man she loved would never wake up. She needed to believe he would pull through, would come back to her, because Max Pierce cannot die. She found it funny how six months ago, she was the one fighting for her life. He never gave up on her.

Billionaire's Forgiveness

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