His arm wrapped around her head, holding her to his chest. Warmth flooded through her as his fingers weaved through her hair and massaged her scalp. It was as if all the tension from her day left her body at his touch, at his whispered words of comfort. Her mind, her body, they were completely open to him, yet he gave much more than he took. He was her anchor, her strength, even when he wasn’t near. Nothing on earth could take his place. He was one of a kind, and he was hers. Her friend. Her lover. Her Master.