“Noah,” I whispered softly. “Yes, my King?” “You’ve taken my heart, but it’s fine. It’s yours to keep.” He melted around me, his arms wrapping around my neck. “I think I love you.” “Is that what this torture is?” I rasped. “I think so,” he murmured. I scooped him up and slid across the bed, rolling the two of us beneath the blankets. His laugh rang like a bell as I pulled him against me, drawing the comforter around us. “I didn’t know,” I whispered to myself.
