Emily’s pov
When I woke up – again, it was almost midday. Xavier was sleeping with his head laying on the mattress of my hospital bed. His dark brown hair looked even silkier in the sunlight, and I had to keep myself from running my fingers through them. He was holding my hand, and the warmth of his fingers wrapped around mine went right to my heart.
I didn’t know what changed… a week before, his first touch had brought unwanted memories back, just like the touch of any other man. Now, though… he had hugged me twice, and I'd felt safety washing over me as soon as his arms had closed around my body. He had held my hand twice, and it had felt right.
I wasn’t supposed to get these feelings from the touch of a man that wasn’t my mate… still, I was getting them, and I didn’t know what to
