Chapter 22
John lay with his face against Branwen’s neck, breathing against her skin. He was still warm within her. She couldn’t remember when it had last been like that between them, so overwhelming and completely out of her control.
She refused to think any more about it. This peace, this connection, was too precious to break so soon.
She’d been so afraid he wasn’t really there, that it would turn into one of the nightmares she suspected he had more often than he admitted. Once his lips had met hers, full and warm, she’d believed he was real. And though her mind and even her heart knew, her body had wanted proof.
He’d answered her the only way he could have.
An image flashed through her mind, and Branwen realized she’d had a nightmare that morning. All she could catch was herself ly
