I stood over the bed, sucked in by them. There was space for me on the other side, and yet I didn’t move, unwilling to disturb the peace they’d found together. On the rare occasions Locke didn’t wait up for me, it always felt like this. Precious. Sacred. I wanted in, so fucking badly, but I needed this too—this quiet, perfect moment to gaze down at them, her soft curves interwoven with his masculine brawn. Her dark hair spilling over his tattooed skin.
