Donnelly grins over at me, and I murmur so quietly that only he could possibly hear, “Everlasting, we are.” He leans in—his gaze straight ahead while his lips brush my ear. “I knew it from the start.” I turn my head a fraction, our lips nearly skimming. “I believe it,” I whisper. Because Donnelly has always believed in me. He’s always believed in himself. Then when there was an us, he believed in that too. He’s punctured my cynical heart and filled it to the brim.
