He rolled off her, scooping her into his arms so that they ended up spooned together. Tamsin nestled her back against his broad chest, feeling totally content.
He toyed with her hair, brushing it back from her face. His breath whispered against her skin again—but this time, it was a sigh.
“This doesn’t change anything, does it,” he said quietly.
It wasn’t a question.
Her contentment fled, leaving behind nothing but a hollow, empty feeling in her chest. She stared out, away from him, seeing only darkness.
“No,” she said, equally softly.
He curled around her, saying nothing more.
They lay together, hearts beating as one, holding each other. It was a long, long time before sleep claimed either of them.