He reaches up, gently tracing the edge of my jaw with his thumb. “Is it time for me to unwrap you?” His voice is extremely deep . . . too deep as if he’s doing it to disguise his voice. But I don’t care. He came! It’s him! The realization hits me like a tidal wave, and I smile as I turn around to face him. “You came,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the music. “I wondered if you would.”
