/Rowans POV/
I closed my eyes tighter in hopes that it would stop, the images of the omega and her sharp piercing eyes. She always had that power to leave an impact, a long-lasting one at that, so it wasn't a surprise that I couldn't stop thinking about her. With too many layers in the way, it's far from the effortlessness we were both used to, but the sheer urgency of it made my insides curl.
Her lips were chapped and nose cold when it brushed against my cheek, but the inside of her mouth felt warm and wet, tasting sweet and faintly like coffee.
It's different; the last five years palpable in the hesitation of her hands to travel anywhere but my shoulders and in the slight tremor that kept a firm hold on her body. But it's also the same because, despite the years that have passed, th
