One of his hands touched her face reverently. “I love you, Cassandra,” came his shaken voice. “I love you, too,” she said, and her breath caught on a little sob. “I know the words aren’t easy for you.” “No,” Tom murmured, “but I intend to practice. Frequently.” His hand slid around her head to pull her down to him, and he kissed her ardently. “I love you.” Another longer, slower kiss, seeming to pull her soul from her body. “I love you . . .”
