Pieces of You (Missing Pieces, #1)

by N.R. Walker

he held onto my shirt. He put his forehead on my collarbone. “Stay,” he whispered. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t dare speak. I even tried not to breathe. But my arm moved without my permission, going around him, slow and measured, and as soon as my palm touched his back, he sighed into me. Then he leaned his face against my chest and settled against me. His body, his warmth. He was everything.

I don’t know you the same as you know me, but my heart does. This is the only memory I can feel.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “My heart remembers you.”