The sensation overwhelmed me, my brain short-circuiting. Twenty years. Twenty years since anyone had held me like this. The simple intimacy of it struck me deeply, and I felt my throat constrict. A hot, sharp ache built behind my eyes as Flynn’s warmth seeped into my cold skin. His breath tickled the nape of my neck, steady and reassuring. My chest tightened with an emotion I couldn’t name. Something between grief and joy, between longing and finding. A tear slipped free before I could stop it, trailing silently down my cheek and onto the pillow. I had forgotten what this felt like. To be
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