Marksman POV

Coming home from the night shift never felt so good. Marksman smiled to himself as he slid into bed beside Ember. She rolled over and snuggled into him and his entire body relaxed with the contact.

“You’re home,” she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy.

“I’m home,” he replied.

“I missed you,” she said as she rubbed herself against him.

Marksman groaned quietly. “I missed you, too,” he rasped before nuzzling her nose.

She turned her face up to his, and he kissed her.

This. This was that elusive thing that he hadn’t even realised he wanted. The feeling of being this close to a person and to...