He refused to release me from his arms last night. As my eyes flutter this morning, I’m still perfectly wrapped in his embrace. The way he’s holding me is like if he lets me go, I will disappear.
My body feels numb, in a good way, from the constant sparks where our skin touches.
I bring my fingers carefully to my neck, feeling the fresh mark healing. Tears flood my eyes as I imagine the turn my life would have taken without Brody. If I’m honest with myself, I wouldn’t be here today. I know my strength now, but there were times when I was wholeheartedly ready to give up.
But here I am, tangled in the arms of perfection. I am happy.
“I never want to sleep any other way,” Brody whispered sleepily, pressing his lips to the top of my head. His grip around my torso tightened, squeezin
