‘I miss you too,’ he whispers. ‘I love you too. And you don’t ever have to thank me. I did it because I love you. Both of you.’ His fingers drift absently through my hair, setting off a trail of goosebumps over my neck. His eyes are almost all pupil now, and they’re astonishing. ‘I think I’ve been in love with you since that very first time I laid eyes on you at the RA. I’ve never had that reaction to a woman. Never. And it’s just got stronger and stronger since then, sweetheart.’
