She was his muse. “Leo,” she whispered as he poured himself into her. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against his chest. “I know, Tem,” he murmured as he rubbed her back. “I know.” His fingers stroked her spine, his lips pressed against her shoulder. Tem drew in a shuddering breath. Leo’s heart was beating frantically in his chest, even faster than hers. He’d wanted this for far longer than Tem had. Leo was the one who yearned for her; Leo was the one who wanted a future that may never happen.
