Makayla slowly came awake and stared up at the ceiling of the cabin. She immediately realized that she wasn’t alone. The heavy weight of an arm around her waist and the soft sound of breathing near her ear told her that Brian was with her. She carefully turned her head to look at his relaxed face. His face was covered in the shadow of almost two days’ growth. His short hair was wildly tousled, reminding her of their days sailing on the Defiance.
Her fingers ached to trace his jaw. She had thought she was finally over him, but she knew now that she had just been deluding herself. Seeing him again had shaken her, and all the old feelings had rushed back through her with a vengeance. The only difference now was that they had both changed. They were older, more experienced with life, and both
