~Kate~
Dear Lord help me.
His chest felt… safe.
That was the first thought that came to my mind, and it scared me more than the darkness itself. Because I should not feel safe here. Not like this. Not with him. Not with everything that has already happened between us.
But my body did not care about rules or logic or morality right now. It only cared about the warmth surrounding me, the steady rise and fall of his chest under my cheek, and the way his arm rested around me like I belonged there.
I did not belong there.
I knew that.
Still… I did not move.
The house was still dark. Quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that makes your imagination louder than it should be, the kind that reminds you that you are not in control of anything around you.
And right now… the only thing keepin
