One with You (Crossfire, #5)

by Sylvia Day

I’d learned to be careful about what I shared with my mom, doing my best to withhold information that might start discussions that drove me crazy.

“My right to decide, to say yes or no, is fucking important to me! You’ve got no business taking that away from me or getting pissed when I don’t like it!”

His mind was a labyrinth I would never map.

The sight of him stirred everything feminine inside me.

And that was Gideon Cross: He never missed a trick.

And I let go of my grief in the shelter of his arms, knowing that whether in joy or pain, Gideon was one with me.

So often our thoughts followed similar paths.