*Lauren*

The storm outside raged with a fury that seemed to shake the very foundations of the bungalow, but wrapped securely in blankets within Lucas's embrace, none of it seemed to matter. His chest rose and fell against my back in a steady rhythm, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the cold air that attempted to seep through the cracks.

"Tell me something," I murmured, tilting my head back to look at him, "something about when you were little."

I found that I ...