18
NATALIE
This was happiness.
I wasn’t sure I ever knew it before. Maybe as a child—the summers I’d spent here with Uncle Adam and learning to play the fiddle. But not like this. Not this warmth swirling in my chest. The sense that all was right in the world.
I blinked slowly in the last rays of evening light as Rand swirled my body around on the surface of the water and realized…
This was love.
I loved Rand.
Right? Well, I wasn’t sure. Love was abstract and undefined. But this happiness—it was new and foreign and wonderful. He made me happy. Made me feel… special. Whole. I craved to be with him, missed him when we were apart. I thought about him. Ached for him—and not just my p***y.
I nuzzled against his neck, savoring the moment, the feel of his hands on my ass, the hard prod of
