Zoe POV

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I don't expect it. His arm around my waist, his hand on my breast, the heat of him solid at my back — and something in me just gives, a release I've been holding against since before nightfall, and I let out a soft sound and sink into him.

Because I've been waiting. That's the honest truth. Since this morning, maybe before, I've been aware of him the way you're aware of a fire in the same room — constantly, whether you look at it or not. I've wanted this. ...