Jennifer's POV
The room was dark; the only sound was the deep, even rhythm of Croft’s breathing beside me. The scent of our lovemaking still hung in the air, an intimacy that left me feeling claimed and secure. Tonight, it felt suffocating.
It's been a year. One full year after the divorce from Stanley was finalized I had s*x, so the feeling was strange and complicated. I turned my head on the pillow, watching him sleep. In repose, the sharp, calculating lines of his face softened. And the sight of it, the profound intimacy of it, sent a fresh, sharp pang of guilt straight through my heart.
A single, hot tear escaped, tracing a path down my temple and into my hairline. Then another. I cried silently, the way I’d learned to do in my marriage, so as not to wake the sleeping giant. But thi
