“My Butterfly.” Hans presses a kiss to the back of my head. “My girl.” He circles his arm around my waist. “My light.” His words seep into my heart. “My Grizzly Bear.” I hug his arm. “My man.” I melt into his body. “My stalker.” I smile. Sleep finally starts to take me, the weight of the day pulling me under, when Hans whispers two more words. “My love.”
