tear my lips away and kiss down his neck. The tender skin of his throat. “I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.” I cup the back of his head and pull back just enough to meet his eyes. To see not only the heat but the warmth. Gone is that cold man who stared me down a few months ago, who threatened to make my life hell—and followed through. “Forever,” I agree.
