Joseph's POV

　　The soft rustle of sheets was the only sound in the dim room. Aubrey's back was to me, her bare shoulder glowing faintly in the dim light of the lamp. I lay still beside her, the warmth of our bodies slowly cooling with the passing of time.

　　I should have felt satisfied. Sated. But all I felt was this strange, low ache in my chest like something was wrong, but I couldn't name it.

　　She hadn't said much afterward. She'd curled into the ...