His warmth and smell surround me as he pulls me into his chest. I don’t want to cry. So I focus on the rapid beat of his heart. It pounds heavily against his solid chest.

"I was lost without you." His words and the gentle stroke of his hand down my back have my nerve endings on fire. What is happening to me? These feelings that rush through my body make me feel like breathing him in is the only right thing to do. Like he’s my oxygen, my life support, and if I lose him again, ...