"And that was how I crashed my little sister's wedding," I concluded the long story I had been telling with a giggle.

I had told him part of the story the night we met at the club but never got to tell him the full story. After waking up, we dived into little talks and soft touches, cradled against each other. One thing led to another, and we ended up going back to what took me to the club alone the night we first met: my family's betrayal.

His eyes twitched in fascination as he ...