I didn’t have to look at him to know I’d just lost everything I’d ever wanted because I felt it. I felt the loss seep into bone and tissue. I felt it settle between the cracks in my heart and the empty holes in my soul.
She was damaged and broken and there wasn’t any kind of glue in the world that could fix her.
But he was here. In my bed. His body warm and hard and feeling so much like home that I ached.
I had a feeling that Ben Lancaster had just tattooed himself onto my soul and the thing about tattoos? They were painful to remove.
