Nana and Lowell revel in their bliss, despite knowing danger lurks behind them. The forest around them is quiet, but their world is filled with soft laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered promises. For the first time, Nana feels free. Even lying on the rough ground, draped over Lowell’s body, she has never felt more at peace

Lowell’s hand moves lazily down her back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on her skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against her ...