Shit! What was he thinking? Zach paced the sitting room in an agitated state. He shouldn't have cuddled with Maisie last night, but he couldn't help himself. At least here didn't do anything extremely stupid like kissing her although he was severely tempted to.

He was bad for Maisie, he didn't need his memories to know that. Yet he couldn't help how drawn to her he was.

And when they woke up this morning in each other's arms, he knew that he needed to put some boundaries between them. He knew that he had gotten comfortable and he wished that if there was any way he couldn't be alive just...