“I love you,” I tell him breathlessly as I drop to my knees and move closer, putting my arms around his neck. “My heart,” he murmurs, gaze intense. “My mate.” “All yours,” I tell him, and I mean it. It feels like everything that’s happened was meant to bring us together. Like we’re the two people most right for each other in the whole world—in several worlds. Maybe I did have to leave Earth and come to the far ends of the galaxy just to meet him. It’s a fair trade-off.
