Human contact was such a precious thing. Only people who had been starved of touch knew the value of it, knew never to take it for granted, especially something so intimate as sleeping beside someone. As someone who had always slept alone, even when she’d lived with her mama, Corvina hadn’t realized how hungry she had been for the prolonged contact that made her feel like she belonged. She’d always wanted to belong, to be loved, to be cherished by someone despite every piece of baggage she came with.
