The next morning, Georgia is still asleep when I leave. I struggle to leave her side, unwilling to take my eyes off her.

As soon as I've extracted myself from her embrace, I feel cold. I lean over and kiss her forehead, craving the touch of her skin against my lips.

Pulling away, I watch as her hands search for me on the bed beside her, only pausing when they reach the edge of the mattress. I don't want to leave. Even now as I stand watching her sleep, I'm desperate to stay by ...