Gianna

I’m in Lucien’s arms and he’s drawing circles on my lower back with his thumb.

What stuns me most about what we did isn’t the fact that we were intimate once again but that I don’t feel at all uncomfortable in his embrace. With his arms around me and his fingers grazing my skin.

I feel strangely at peace, regardless of how much the voice in my mind rebels against this.

“Gianna,” Lucien says, breaking the silence, the sound of his deep voice sending shivers down my ...