My legs spread to make him room, and he crawled up to hover over me. On his knees, he planted his hands on either side of my head. His gaze traced my face. My expression. Searching for my fears. For my belief. For my trust. I reached up and scratched my fingers through the stubble on his jaw. “I love you.” It was the one thing he needed to know. The one thing that had the power to erase every doubt and reservation. He traced the pad of his thumb down the curve of my cheek. “My moonflower. Can’t wait to watch you glow. To see you fully bloom in the middle of the darkness.”
