Aurora’s P.O.V

I watched him carefully, studying every little movement, the way his fingers twitched slightly against the fabric of his jeans, the way his shoulders slumped as if carrying a weight that refused to lift. Shane wasn’t opposed to the idea—not at all—but everything was so new to him that he had withdrawn entirely. He had cut off contact with everyone, retreating into himself, pouring every ounce of his energy into therapy, trying to untangle the mess inside ...