Was she… crying? Over Indigo? Her throat clogged. Yes, she was. She didn’t want to separate from him. She didn’t want to be on opposite sides. Sleeping together, even if that’s all it had been for the past week, had made her feel more at home than ever. More secure. More loved. It was as though, despite their tension and competition during their waking hours, their bodies and hearts knew the truth—that they belonged together.
