The next morning I wake up in Frankie’s arms, my back pressed to his front, and I bite my lip to hold in my little squeak of happiness. Because absolutely everything about this feels perfectly right – warm, and safe, and correct, and good.
And I know – I know that crossing that line with Frankie makes me an adulteress, and a bad person, and that I betrayed Christian and left him for his friend. But with this as the result – waking up in a beautiful old Portuguese manor wrapped up in the arms of the man who has become my best friend, who has always been there for me, who saved me from a life that would have made me miserable, maybe even killed me?
Right now, I can’t be anything but happy and grateful for this. For him.
I snuggle down in the blankets for a moment, pressing myself closer
