He tilts his head to the side, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. My breath hitches when his fingers trail down the side of my neck, and he smiles, soft and sweet and satisfied. So very satisfied in this moment. A smile he’s designed just for me. “Does it shock you? That I would thank you?” he asks, voice low and quiet. I study the planes of his face, the perfection that is him. “It shouldn’t. Not anymore.”
