One with You (Crossfire, #5)

by Sylvia Day

ALWAYS MINE. FOREVER YOURS. —GIDEON

For two people for whom sex had been introduced with pain and shame, that we could find such joy and love in the act was wondrous.

It was where I lived, but I couldn’t say it was home. On some level, I must have known she was coming when I bought the place. It had waited for her, as I had, needing her to bring life into it.

She made everything possible. She made me possible.

I looked at Eva. She started toward me and I went to her, rounding my desk to meet her partway. She hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe. But I didn’t need air. I had her.

And I let go of my grief in the shelter of his arms, knowing that whether in joy or pain, Gideon was one with me. * * *