Emily’s perspective:

My ear presses against Grant’s roaring chest as he sleeps away the exhaustion of the day, especially the electric finale of our fateful soiree. It wasn’t our first time fooling around-–to be overcome by our fated passion—but I am certain that this time was different than the others. I know it was for me.

Tonight was not only the result of an intoxicating pull outside of our own will; it was unlike anything I’ve ever shared with ...