His arms around me felt like home for the first time instead of a prison.
I woke up slowly in the safe house bedroom, Dylan’s warm body curled protectively around mine. His hand rested on my belly even in sleep. For a moment I just lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. The man who had broken me was holding me like I was the most precious thing in his world.
“Dylan,” I whispered, turning in his arms. “You’re really here.”
He stirred, eyes opening to meet mine. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.”
I searched his face, still afraid to fully believe him. “Last night felt different. You held me like you meant it.”
He pulled me closer, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I did mean it. I’ve been so scared of losing control since I woke up from the com
