I spent an entire week in rest mode—literally.

Terrence wouldn’t let me move. Not for work, not for anything remotely strenuous, and most definitely not for anything that required effort beyond breathing. And no matter how many times I teased him about it, he didn’t touch me again—not like that.

But hugging me? Kissing me? That never stopped.

Every chance he got, he would pull me out of reality and wrap me in the warmth of his arms, as if he were afraid that if he loosened his hold ...