“When the day comes and you regret this,” he murmurs softly into my neck, his voice cracking, “I pray you can forgive me.” My chest tightens. My muscles lock up, and all I can do is cling to him tighter. “I’ll never regret this,” I tell him. I kiss the top of his head, his damp curls tickling my nose. “Never.” I’ll never regret you.
