'How can something so good exist?' That was Liam's first thought when he opened his eyes, his disbelief having survived through the night of sleep.
As per usual in the last period, especially after Grace almost died, Liam awakened on his side with her using his right arm as a pillow, curled on his chest.
Except that there was a big difference that day. Liam's left arm touched nothing but skin. Both he and Grace were naked, using her robe as a blanket.
'How can anyone do anything but this?' Liam gasped internally, still shocked about the experience, finding some value in Lancelot's way of life.
Liam looked down at the brown hair between his arms, recalling every single moment of the new experience, and it just didn't make sense. Nothing did.
