“Come here.” I twisted her in my lap until I was being straddled. Her hands went to my chest and those eyes lingered at my mouth before finding glossy focus. I could read her mind in that moment; we were speaking our own language. So I tucked her hair behind both ears and pulled her lips to mine. Immediately, Ophelia’s eyes fluttered closed and her fingers swept through my hair, holding on like an anchor. She kissed me good. With a more confident determination than she ever had before.
