Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, Nico lifted her wrist to his lips and brushed the softest kiss against the delicate skin there. A little shudder went through her, but she never tried to pull away from him. He repeated the same thing with her other wrist, then laid it gently in her lap. “I forgive you,” he said, and closed his eyes as she whispered the words he’d needed to hear for four years. “I forgive you, too.”
