Taryn felt heart-wrung, so she just kissed his damp, musky shoulder and said, ‘I love you.’ He was quiet through the watery percussion of a dozen strokes, then he said, ‘But you can’t see me.’ ‘That’s true. But the world wakes up when you’re there. Especially my world. And that I can see.’ He turned to look at her. They were inches apart, and she could clearly see his beautiful hazel eyes. ‘Thank you, Taryn,’ he said.
