“It’s me and you now,” he said between kisses. “Me. And you.” “Me and you,” I echoed. And somehow, even with Marshall’s threat hanging over our heads, I knew I was safe in Kyle’s arms. I knew we would figure it out. I just knew. Fireworks went off in my heart, sparking me to life in a way I hadn’t felt in a decade. All the pain was worth it. And for the first time I believed myself when I said everything would be okay.
