Beau presses another light kiss to my lips. “Eden, I don’t always say the right thing. But I promise I’ll work on it. I think you’re fierce, and intelligent, and resourceful as anything—I was yours the minute you told us to run and save ourselves.” He rests his forehead against mine. “Take good care of me, sweetheart.” My lips curve up, and those lights in me turn star bright. “I promise.”
