Without You (Without You Duet Book 1)

by Marley Valentine

I’d grown up feeling like the wrong puzzle piece, not really fitting in anywhere, not really doing anything exceptional. I was always on the outskirts, more out of choice than a dramatic familial exile. I plodded along, trying to find my feet within my own family, but it never felt like it was enough.

My hand finds the small of Julian’s back, guiding him in front of me. The move is automatic. Instinctual. Muscle memory. It feels natural, understated almost. Like something I’ve done my whole life. Except there’s the warmth that explodes inside my chest as soon as my palm presses against him, and it... it definitely suggests otherwise.