“You were never broken, Vale.” Love strains my voice. “You were always mine.” A sob escapes her throat as I kiss the tears falling over her flushed cheek. Her cries—joy, relief, awe, gratitude, pleasure … and something else—flood my heart. I hold her while it rains through us. I didn’t know I could feel this much for a woman. It’s overwhelming and undeniable. It makes me confess everything I’ve hidden for years, “Poison, you take my breath away, and you can have it. I belong to you, too.”
