~Serena~

I wake up with the feel of heavy arms around my waist. I don’t have to open my eyes to know who it is. His scent is all over me, and he is the only one with enough courage to embrace me like this.

He holds me in a spooning position; he is behind me, his breath gently fanning the back of my neck.

There is a sense of comfort in knowing that I am not alone. For five years, I had to wake up alone, sometimes inside a cold cage, and most of the time, embraced by the fear that I might not ...