Lulu

There was no moonlight slipping through my window tonight. Only the soft patter of rain, falling steadily as if trying to soothe the tightness that had been sitting in my chest for hours. For some reason, I wanted nothing more than to sit by the window and watch the droplets slide down the glass.

Until a hand wrapped around my waist from behind. Warm with commandement but familiar too.

I turned. He stood so close, looking at me as though I was the only thing that mattered in his ...