Chapter Fifteen
The drive to the commune was quiet. Porco expected to feel differently now that he was married. But he didn't. He felt the same as he had after the first moment he saw Jules.
The same hum of energy skittered across the underside of his forearm, over the pulsing of the veins of his wrist to land in the palm of his hand. The same trickle of warmth pooled in the palm of his hand and radiated out to zing back up his arm and to his chest. The same sense of wholeness settled in his chest, easing the ache that had plagued his heart since he comprehended there was a thing in this world called love.
And now he had it.
While Porco turned the steering wheel with his left hand, Jules’s left hand rested in his right one. Her fingertips slid up from his palm and found their way to en
