BREELYNN’S POV
Aldric never took his lips off mine as he carried me into the kitchen. The kiss was gentle, his lips soft, and his breath warm and sweet. I have never experienced such euphoria in my life. He was perfection. He felt like home, my home. It was as if I was blissfully floating, and Aldric was my anchor, ensuring that nothing hurt me. And if that wasn’t enough, I wasn’t scared. For the first time, I wasn’t afraid that I would eventually be unwanted, discarded, or abandoned.
Time didn’t exist anymore. One moment I was on the patio, and the next, Aldric sat me down on the table. When he broke the kiss, I whimpered. I reached out to him, trying to pull him back to me; I was desperate for him. I needed his lips on mine like I needed air! I couldn’t get close enough to him; I wante
