Nathan didn’t sleep.
He lay still beneath the soft sheets, his body humming—buzzing—with energy that hadn’t faded, even after they had stopped moving. His skin was damp, flushed with warmth that wasn’t entirely from the heat. It was her. All her.
Rory.
She was tucked into his side, her soft body pressed so intimately against his that it blurred the line between where she ended and he began. One arm draped over his chest, her slender fingers resting near his heart, and her leg hooked around his as though even in sleep, she refused to let go. Her head nuzzled beneath his jaw, and her soft breaths fanned against his skin in a rhythm that calmed him more than silence ever could.
Nathan stared at the cracked ceiling above, still trying to make sense of it.
He had been with girls before—mor
