I wasn’t laughing now. How could I? When I only ever felt at peace when I had my hands on Miles and his heartbeat thudding against my own. He was comfort. He was companionship. He was tranquil lake water and tumbled river stones. He was innocence. First love the way it’s meant to be. He was happy days, butterflies, and the promise of a future all wrapped in a big cow print covered body. I couldn’t lose him. And the first step to claiming him started here.
