Ric's breath hitched as Cammy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, anchoring herself to the warmth of his body.
Their kiss deepened—slow, searching, full of restrained longing. Her fingers brushed the nape of his neck, gently, tenderly, as if reassuring herself that this moment was real, that she was still here, still breathing.
'Greg is still in my heart... but Ric is my husband now,' Cammy thought, her heart tightening. 'I can't give my heart to him—not yet… but at least I can give him this. A piece of peace. A piece of me.'
With trembling hands, she reached up and began to unbutton Ric's shirt—slowly, deliberately—her eyes closed, kissing him still. The fabric fell open, revealing the warmth of his skin, and just as she leaned in to kiss the curve of his shoulder, Ric gently pulled back.
"Cams," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "are you sure about this?"
