Rebecca

“Put me down!” I cried as he carried me.

“No,” he said simply.

My heart thundered. Not from fear. From something worse. I wanted to breathe him in and forget that I was supposed to hate him.

He carried me like I weighed nothing, striding through the rain back toward the cabin.

The fire was still burning low in the hearth when we entered. The warmth hit me like a slap, sudden and disorienting.

My heart thundered. Not from fear. From ...