“Everything,” he says, and my eyes close at the sound of his soft voice. “Everything about you is perfect.” I shiver at his words. His mouth is on mine again, and this time, I’m the aggressive one. I can’t get enough of him. I want to touch all of him. Whatever the future holds, all I want is this moment right here. It’s a moment that when I’m seventy and talking to my grandkids, I’ll tell them about this man who became my prince for a short while.
