“Becky?” Gavin mumbled against my lips. His fingertips were soft against my cheeks, gentle as he pushed my head back. His eyes moved back and forth between mine, searching, and then he seemed to find what he was looking for. His expression eased into something affectionate. Tender. As if he could feel that pulsing, glowing light too. “I’m glad you found me,” he whispered. I kissed his nose, then cradled the back of his head and drew him into me, resting my cheek in his hair. “Me too, princess.” Me fucking too.
