~Amolet

　　I rest my head against Cian's chest, bathing in the morning light streaming through the gap in the curtains.

　　"You know I've been terrified of you since I met you," I murmur, tracing the tip of my finger along the contours of his chest. It feels strange admitting that, knowing where I am now. I'm not sure when that fear faded away, but it's utterly gone, replaced instead by this warmth inside me that has bonded us so deeply it would be painful to be torn away from him again.

　　"Is that why you brought me a children's book in to read?" he asks. I can feel his soft...