Reaching out, I stroke my fingers through his hair, watching his eyelashes flutter. “Are you okay with this?” His blue eyes rise to meet mine, and there’s no reservation there. Instead, the silence is heavy, filled with the weight of significance. “I never thought I’d be able to pass on a real legacy,” he says, the candlelight glinting in his eyes. “This is…” Visibly struggling to find the words, he pauses, inhaling, “everything, Red. Everything.”
Wick is a slut for soft affection and I LOVE IT 😫
