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MADELINE
I woke up pressed against Colton’s back, my arm wrapped around his muscular core in a protective hold. We shared a pillow. The other, he clutched to his front, its softness against my forearm.
Had we been in our bed, it would have been Hudson rather than the feather-stuffed material cradling Colton between us.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Colton had sought out something to hold during his sleep, unconscious in his desire for my husband. The thought tightened my throat as the reality of our situation swamped back into my mind, stealing those first few seconds of peaceful waking before my mind began to race.
The moment had passed much too quickly, but I closed my eyes, trying to grasp that sense of contentment for just a little while longer. I breathed in the scent of Colto
