The moment I pulled her against my chest, everything inside me seemed to settle. Her scent—sweet, salt, and a hint of smoke—wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and her curves pressed against me, fitting the planes and hollows of my body like they were made for me. I braced myself for the usual wave of lust to scorch me, for the overwhelming desire to claim her that I felt whenever she touched me. But instead, I felt a sense of… peace. Of belonging. Like I’d come home.
Swoon
