- Taylor -

Oh, I'm in trouble. Aly seemed incredibly content in my arms, and she fit so perfectly against me. Holding her felt like the most natural thing in the world. There was a bit of a war going on in my head. Part of me was screaming at myself to create some distance, because I was going to get hurt again. But another bit, one that I'd kept buried for a long time, was begging me to never let go.

I knew not letting go would feel so good, for the moment at least. I inhaled the scent of her hair, lavender. She moved gently against my body,...