If she had known his little secret, she would have probably never started dating him - Zak thought lying beside her, stroking her hair while she was still asleep.
Some mornings,like this one,she'd wake up with the ghost of the last kiss they'd shared before he died on her lips and the tears would come,followed soon after by uncontrolled weeping.
Kara bit her lip to repress the squeal that threatend to escape, she loved the way Zak,unlike most men who fumbled and groped in a heated rush, would take his time exploring her body with his eyes, lips, and hands.
A gentle breeze slapped him in the face and that was the moment he realised it was real, his brother's coffin was about to disappear in the ground - forever - and Zak was inside.
I hope I'm doing this right, since it's my first time. And, please, if you see any mistakes in my English grammar, tell me.
Always
"I'm sure." was Zak's answer to "Always is a really long word." and maybe that was the reason she felt home with him, safe, and probably that was also the reason she was marrying him.
As she's pinned gently against the wall and Zak looks her up and down then locks his gaze with hers, the definition of the term hungry eyes hits Kara hard and takes her breath away.