“You were.” The husky timbre of his voice reverberates through me, all the way to my bones. “But only about your use of past tense. Not only do I still love you. I fucking live for you, tiger cub.” My breath hitches. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. “Every breath,” he continues. “Every heartbeat. Every drop of my blood is yours. It has all been yours from the moment we met all those years ago. If you want it, I’ll carve my fucking heart out and lay it at your feet. It’s yours, and always will be.”
