Then my mouth.
When he moves over me, he keeps his body close, like distance between us no longer makes sense.
And when he finally slips inside me—
emotion hits so hard it steals my breath.
A small sound escapes me.
Boone freezes instantly.
“Wren?”
I shake my head, pulling him closer.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
He studies my face carefully.
Then he understands.
He kisses my tears away as they fall.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
The movement between us becomes slow.
Intentional.
Every moment filled with the quiet promise that we’re not letting each other go again.
The world outside disappears.
There’s no mission.
No past.
Just Boone.
Just us.
When everything finally settles, we stay tangled together beneath the blankets.
My head rests against his chest.
His heartbeat is steady beneath my cheek.
His arm wraps around me like it belongs there.
Boone presses a kiss into my hair.
“Don’t disappear on me again,” he murmurs.
I tilt my head up slightly.
“I won’t,” I say softly.
“Not unless you come with me.”
