Snuggled under sheets, with the heat of Royle’s skin, Misa knew no hearth or fire that could warm her as much as this little pocket of space could. Their legs were tangled and their bodies still bare, but Misa was content to lay there, to absorb the warmth, the happiness from being with the one she loved most in the world.
Misa thought back to just a moment ago, to the heated lovemaking that she partook in. It was so surreal, so exciting, that with a burst of embarrassed giddiness, she buried her nose into Royle’s neck.
“I love you,” she said, her voice muffled.
Royle brushed his fingers through her hair. He kissed her cheek and drew her closer to his chest. “I’m never letting you go. That was only the beginning.”
Misa knew she was blushing. Her entire body was heat
