I wanted nothing more than to have him returned to me, wanted nothing more than the feel of his broad back nestled into my chest, because big, bad, Franky had a thing for being the little spoon. He’d said it was a new phenomenon he couldn’t quite grasp. I said it was because he’d always had to be the one to protect, but here, safe with me, he now got to be the one protected. He kissed me breathless for that.
