I could hear Cronan. His thoughts. Feel his emotions.
Nestling Analise to my breast to feed, I felt distracted, gazing up at him where he was half nestled behind me, holding me while I held the baby. Kisses. Sprinkled over my temple, my hair—he kept kissing me, humming, and I felt so relieved. Safe. Relaxed.
“Are you comfortable?” he wondered, green eyes shifting down toward my waist. He was thinking that I couldn’t be, that it was probably a stupid question.
I smiled up at him, awed by his proximity, by his presence. Slipping my hand over his, I squeezed and he shifted me closer, nuzzling into me. We couldn’t possibly get any closer but it seemed like he was trying and it made me feel wanted.
“You are wanted,” he mumbled.
Thoughts.
After trying to f
