That night—just lying there with him in my arms, breathing in the faint scent of him, feeling his cool, solid weight—it had been more than enough. Just having someone there, someone who saw me, really saw me, made the lonely ache in my chest finally quiet down. It was more than I’d dared hope for back in Braymore Bay, crying on the beach and dreaming of a different life. If that’s all we could have, if that’s all he could give… I’d take it.
