Elizabeth's POV
The rain wet my dress, stuck to my skin like a second skin, but I hardly felt it.
Not when Adam had me in this position.
His fingers made a hard fist, without slack, real and possessive the way that made my heart hurt. He wrapped his arms around my body as if he were afraid I might vanish if he released me.
I shoved my face into his chest, breathing in his usual odor filled with the rain, his sweat.
I had hurt him.
And yet there he was, without a beat shielding me from the cold.
The storm outside was raging, but the minute we stepped into the mansion, it was as if the world didn't exist outside. The bright hallway lights shone brightly against the wet floor caused by our drenched bodies; shadows rolled along the walls.
Adam didn't speak. He didn't
