It was so tender, so unhurried, that something inside me gave way.
I pulled her closer, letting the kiss deepen, and suddenly I was drowning in her, in the intoxicating warmth of her touch.
Her fingers trailed through my hair, igniting a thousand quiet fires under my skin.
My hands found her waist, her back...my touch instinctive, searching, memorizing the curve of her.
I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold her tightly enough to satisfy the ache that had been dormant for so long.
I’d been terrified I might never feel this again...that raw, electric pulse of life surging through me.
But here she was, in my arms, every nerve sparking like a live wire.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I was whole. I was hers.
