21
Roan
Our second night beneath the stars, Annie curled her small body around me, clinging to me like she needed me. I’d never felt more content in my life. I had her forgiveness, and the warmth of her, the softness of her pressing against my front as we lay facing one another… Fuckin’ life. Perfection, except for the beginnings of a fever I could feel brewing deep inside me.
Too soon. Too fuckin’ soon…
I clenched my eyes shut and slid my hand beneath my sweatshirt she wore, calloused palm soothing over her back.
Annie let out a sigh as a shudder rippled over her.
“Cold?” I murmured against her hair tickling my nose, pulling her tighter against me.
“No.” Her hot breath wafted over my collar bone, dampening my skin between my beard and the neck of my shirt.
A shiver slid down to my
