The request was so soft, so vulnerable, that he could not bring himself to refuse. He knew he should leave. She was drunk, she might not even remember asking him in the morning, and if anyone found out...But her hand in his felt right in a way nothing else had.
"Just until you fall asleep," he promised.
Somehow, that turned into him lying beside her, her body curled against his, her head resting on his chest. He told himself he would leave once she was asleep, but her breathing was so steady, so soothing, and the weight of her against him felt so perfect that before he knew it, his own eyes were closing.
Lydia woke up to the sound of birds and the worst headache of her life. Each heart beat shot another fresh blast of agony into her head and her mouth tasted like something had d
