He felt pressure on his knee and peered through hooded eyes at Juliana’s head resting there, his grip locked on her braid. The horrible truth she’d revealed last night felt like an anvil on his heart. He’d never imagined anything like that could have happened to her. He fingered Juliana’s braid, ...
She snuggled into a mattress of droopy fronds and moss leftover from his last exploration. The crinkling beneath the spongy moss made enough noise to wake the dead, yet she slept on. A fierce need to protect her swept through his very center, battling his resolve to remain wary. Overwhelmed by hi...