“I can’t pinpoint when I fell in love with you,” he whispered. His fingers traced Wes’s heart, over his chest and down his side, then up his arm before starting the circuit again. “It was just there one day, inside me. I didn’t want to be without you. And then I couldn’t be without you. That’s when I knew you were the love of my life. You’d become a part of me, and my life was incomplete without you.” His lips brushed over Wes’s jaw, the stubble on his chin. “You’re it for me. Tu es mon plus grand amour.” You are the love of my life.
