Brittany's POV

Theodore is curled against me, his small body warm and solid and real.

I can't stop touching him. Running my fingers through his hair. Feeling his heartbeat against my palm. Making sure he's actually here, actually safe.

We're in his room—not mine and Alexander's. Tonight, I can't bear to let him out of my sight. After everything that's happened, after coming so close to losing him, I just need to be close to my ...