I wake up with warmth wrapped all around me and can't help but smile to myself as I lay in Bradan's arms. Last night was . . . perfect. That's the only way to describe it. Making love to this man was like coming home. Everything about him was passion and serenity. Almost like my heart knows that wherever he is, is where I belong. And that terrifies me but also brings me a sense of peace and belonging I've never known— not even in my hometown.
Gently, I move his arm from around my waist, careful not to wake him. I know he needs sleep because everything going on can't be easy for him. I put on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before quietly leaving his room. Normally, I wouldn't walk around this clubhouse alone, but I knew when I admitted I loved him last night, I'd have to learn to be
