EDWIN
I woke to the weight of her against me. Natalie. Tangled in the sheets, in my arms, like she’d never left. Like this bed was hers, like I was still hers.
Her bare leg draped across mine. Her breath fanned across my throat. My hand, almost without thinking, settled at her waist and slid up—slow, possessive—over the slope of her ribs, her chest, her throat. I traced the line of her jaw with my knuckles, brushing her lips like I had every right to.
God, I missed her. I missed everything. The way she curled into me, soft and warm, like she never wanted to be anywhere else.
“How do you still fit here?” I whispered into her hair, breathing her in. That vanilla-skin scent that made my chest ache.
She stirred. A small sound slipped out of her, throaty and low. “You’re hugging me too tig
