TORRIN'S POV:
The moment her clothes fall away beneath my hands, something inside me finally snaps into place.
Not memory, but something deeper.
Harleigh's warmth beneath me is familiar in a way my mind can't explain, but my body understands instantly. My wolf hums with relief and recognition, as if he's been waiting for this exact moment to breathe again.
I press my forehead against hers, our breaths tangled, my hands braced beside her as I steady myself.
She looks at me like she's afraid I'll disappear if she blinks.
"I'm here," I murmur, though I don't know if I'm saying it for her or for myself.
When I kiss her again, it's slower this time. Not desperate, yet intentional. I feel everything: the softness of her lips, the quiet sound she makes when I deepen the kiss, the way her fingers curl into my shoulders as if anchoring me in place. Every reaction she gives me feels earned and real.
