Roy’s POV
There is no way to properly describe the innate feeling of belonging that I felt the moment I first held Gigi. She’d clung to me, hiding from me one moment, dangerously bold the next—and the closer we got, the closer she pulled me, the more the feeling of rightness felt.
For the first time in my life, I was certain I was in the right place, doing exactly what I was meant to be doing—every incident up until now had led me here, to this bed, to her arms.
But.
“Gigi, maybe this was a bad idea,” I breathed, fighting every instinct to burrow myself back against her body, to rid us of the constraints of clothing, to tangle my limbs with hers, to give her exactly what her hips had just bucked against, rubbing, hopeful.
Licking my lips, nervous, I heard her mutte
