He sweeps his arms around and locks us together, pulling me closer. “Have I told you lately that you’re my very best friend?” “You have,” he rumbles, fingertips brushing up and down the length of my spine like the sweep of a paintbrush, decorating me with his affection. “And nobody can ever take that away.” Moments pass with us wound together in peaceful ease, his tender embrace making me feel a little more whole. “Orlaith ...”
