Kerris POV

"You're opening his eyes to see that he, Zach Stone, is a miracle. We're a miracle. Not a curse.

"You and me? We are alike."

He picks up the cup again, fills it with water and brings it to me. The bed dips beneath his weight as he sits beside me.

His clean masculine scent surrounds me, mingling with the fresh smell of soap and water. I want to be in his arms so much. To feel that protective strength around me.

As I accept the glass, memories of the past week returns, and I recall how he'd kept his distance.

How I'd gone to his office unannounced...