Catherine's Pov
When Soren came home, he didn't just walk in. He found me right at the doorstep and pulled me into a hug so tight it stole my breath. He held on, breathing me in like I was fresh air and he'd been drowning. I patted his back gently, wondering what had happened, and we stood like that for what felt like ages before he finally pulled away. He didn't say a word, just took my hand and led me inside.
Since we moved here, he's been different. More intense. Frightened, maybe. I can feel the anxiety rolling off him, this constant, quiet need for reassurance that things are still okay, that I'm still here.
"You're not going to leave me?" he asked again that night, his voice rough, his face still buried between my thighs right after he'd brought me to a shuddering peak with his tongue.
