“I love you, Lillith,” I breathe, all but choking on my words. “I love you with everything inside this worthless, hollow shell. I love you so completely and effortlessly that it scares me.” I press my forehead to hers, allowing my lid to close. “I belong to you. Wholly. Endlessly. No part of me doesn’t belong to you, my flower. I’m in the palm of your hand, a vise wrapped around your little finger. And happy to be,” I add, pressing a kiss to her temple.
