“Rory,” my voice croaks as I look up at her like she’s the most precious thing to me, because she is. She shrugs. “I hope you like it. It’s nothing crazy nice or anything.” I tug her toward me, pressing her body against mine, needing to feel her. I possessively place my hand on her hip while my other hand sifts through the ends of her silky hair to the base where I cradle her head. “I love it, and I love you so fucking much, Rory. You’re all I can think of, from when I wake up to when I go to sleep. No one and nothing has ever consumed me the way that you do. ”
