POV: Leo

She fit against me like she'd been carved for this exact space. I lay there with Kesley's back pressed to my chest, her breathing slow and even, one of her hands curled loosely against mine where I'd laced our fingers together.

Perfect...

That was the only word that came close, and even that felt too small. Six years I had carried the memory of that one night, hazy at the edges from too much whiskey, but vivid enough that I'd never been able to shake it.

Six years of telling myself it had probably meant nothing to her, or maybe she hated me for stealing her first time....