RACHELE POV
I couldn’t breathe.
Not because I was scared.
Not because something was wrong.
But because everything in the world finally felt like it was right, too right, so right it terrified me.
I was still shaking in Riggs’s lap, my thighs useless, my chest pressed against his, my breath caught somewhere between a sob and a laugh. Rebecca was draped across his other side, her forehead on his shoulder, murmuring something soft and broken that I couldn’t hear because my heartbeat was too loud.
We were tangled.
Sweat, breath, bonds, heat.
Everything blurred into everything else.
And Riggs held us like he didn’t know which one to touch first.
His hands shook.
Riggs, the man who survived decades in the wild without blinking, was trembling as if the entire universe was resting in hi
