It was a mess in my chest. In my head. Everywhere. A mess that felt so good as I kissed this woman who had captured my heart and held it for her own. I didn't mind giving my soul to her. I didn't mind one bit. 

My hand got tangled in her hair while my other hand grabbed her waist, pressing her flushed to me, my naked body against her fully clothed one. 

I had lots of questions I was going to ask her, like why she was here and how she knew about the basement. I had a suspicion, but ...