Chapter 13: Losing Faith

That night, after they fueled and packed their small Accord, they curled up in front of the fire, wrapped in a thin blanket, each holding a glass of wine. The sap in the wood popped and sizzled, the dancing flames hypnotizing the two of them. Faith leaned back against Selby's chest, losing herself in the fire and the beating of his heart. She could easily drift off to sleep sitting in his arms. Peacefulness washed over her, taking her breath away even seven plus years later. He had been the one to anchor her heart, her soul.

She reached up, sliding her hand up his arm and over his neck, up into his blond hair. With a deep breath, she pulled him closer, needing that contact.

Selby wrapped himself around her, snaking his arms around her waist. He buried his face into her neck, breathing her in. "What are you thinking, love?"

She stayed quiet a moment, lost in the feel of him, his strength around her. She closed her eyes, wrapped in the heat of him behind her and the fire in front of her.