“Snowflakes are beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You think I’m . . .” It’s mostly just choked-up noises, rather than words coming out of me. “Beautiful?” He hums. A rich, life-giving sort of vibration that pours forth to fill my veins. “Of course I do. You’re so goddamn beautiful, my sweet boy.” Feeling Raine smile against my lips is everything. In that moment, the cracks heal, the chasm closes over, and I’m more whole than I’ve ever felt before.
