If he held her a little tighter on the way home and his kisses were more desperate, then it was just because he wanted to make the most of their last night together.

By unspoken agreement, Emma had moved her things into the master bedroom with him and she had spent every night in his bed. Tonight was no different. They held hands as they climbed the stairs and he took his time undressing her as she stood in the soft lamp-light beside the bed. He took his time memorizing every curve and ...