“I’ll get one too.” Her eyes flit to mine, a single note of her grief splashing her cheek with a hitched inhale. “Really?” “Really.” My arms are still coiled around her, fingers skating over the nape of her neck and exposed skin on her hip. “I should have suggested it at the beginning. I love you, Ives. I need to know you’re safe, and I’m happy to give you that same peace of mind.” I carry her back to the couch to finish our discussion. Her breathing finally evens out as I snuggle her against me. Ty sighs. “I’m in.”
