I break the kiss, tucking my face into his neck, breathing hard against the sweet warmth of his skin. I can’t think. I can’t speak. I want to laugh. I want to cry. “Grey,” I whisper. “Grey.” “Faer bellama,” he says against my hair. “Faer gallant.” Beautiful girl. Brave girl. My eyes fill, and I draw back to look at him. He lifts a hand to brush the tears away, then leans in to brush his lips against my damp cheek. “Faer vale,” he says. Gentle girl.
i have no words right now.
yall really had to do my feels like this?!?
