Chapter 19Markle slept peacefully with Frye’s back pressed against his stomach. He woke when sunlight glistened in through one of the windows. It reminded him of that first night he’d met Frye. He’d been so desperate then, so unsure of his place in the world. Now he knew where he belonged. It was right here, beside Frye, even if they both died because of it.
Last night had been surprising. Frye had shown him the utmost care, proving how deep his love ran. Markle’s current limitations seemed to dampen everything, but it hadn’t hindered their love making at all. He prayed it wouldn’t be the last time for them to explore each other’s bodies. There were so many other things he wanted to do.
Frye stirred, then turned to face Markle.
“Is it morning?”
Obviously, he wished he could say. Instea
