She rested her head on his chest. After the hand-holding, she wasn’t sure if this was wise, but it felt too good to stop. Such close contact was a strange mixture of fireworks and security. That was it—that’s what Roisin had noticed during the hand-holding. It was completely natural, and yet wildly exotic at the same time. Exhilaratingly new and already familiar. He was a safe place, full of danger. She toyed with her own feelings, imagining how it would feel if they crossed lines. If they . . . belonged to one another.
