***VERA***

The first sensation that I felt as I slowly slid my eyes open was heat—like a blanket tossed over my skin. Not sparked by flames now—just him.

Conry had his arm round me, breathing gently near my neck. I didn’t move right away; my eyes were just slightly open, soaking up the hush of early day. Sunlight poured through the window, painting the bed in gold, touching his skin with a faint glow.

He seemed calm. Way too calm.

A faint grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Then I ...