This wasn't some fling, and I wasn't pretending it was only because she'd let me into her bed. I wanted into her heart too. The plan had always been to feel nothing, attach to no one, protect myself. But I traced the curve of Tempest’s cheek with my eyes, cataloging the constellation of freckles across her nose, and there was only this surprising sense of rightness. Loving her wasn’t scary. It was the easiest, most natural thing I’d ever done.
