Chapter 15: In His Arms Again
The house feels too big tonight.
Too quiet.It’s the kind of silence that presses against your chest until you can hear your own heartbeat.
The rain outside has slowed to a drizzle, soft against the windows, but the scent of it still hangs heavy in the air. I’ve been sitting here for hours, staring at the fire, watching it shrink to dying embers.
I should go to bed. I should turn off the lights, pull the blanket over my head, pretend to sleep. But my mind won’t stop. It keeps circling back—to the same memories, the same voice, the same man I swore I’d never need again.
And then I hear him.
Footsteps. Slow. Firm. Familiar.
For a moment, I think I’m imagining it. But then he appears at the doorway—tall, damp from the rain, his shirt clinging slightly to h
