**Jeremiah's POV**
Fuck. I will never get used to this feeling. The way her body fits so perfectly to mine when I hold her. She feels like home, warmth, love. I feel a part of me healing that I never realized was broken. Was my heart always this dark and scarred that I never realized what it felt like to be this loved? I mean, my family loved me. I didn't grow up abused. Maybe growing up in the mafia wasn't ideal either, and I never had what others would say is a normal childhood. I saw my first dead body before I even got my driving permit. I didn't go to football games with friends, go to house parties, or flirt with girls. My whole adolescence was spent training. My father wanted strong sons in his ranks. I had high expectations weighing on me. Sometimes I still feel that pressure to b
