“I’ll be grateful for every second that I can say that I belong to you, Saeris Fane. Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn’t matter to me. It’ll still be the highest honor of my life. But don’t—Are you about to have a heart attack? Your pulse is flying.”
This is so romantic. True love is the kind that doesn’t matter how long you get to spend with the person, as long as you make every minute of it count.
