Chapter 80

Clara

I lay my head on Alistair’s shoulder, wrapping my body around him in a side hug. My pregnant stomach is in the way for a hug from the front, but we are making this side hug thing work. I feel safer. The contact feels good—too good—because, holy hell, touching Alistair again—really touching him—is the best feeling on earth.

But perhaps it’s going a bit too far? All the sensitive nerve endings