“These are happy tears, because you are the kindest, most thoughtful human being.” He kisses the tip of my nose and it’s so surprisingly sweet and gentle coming from my lumberjack. “I want you to be happy, Salem.” I wet my lips with a slide of my tongue. “You make me happy.” He rubs his thumbs in gentle circles around my cheeks. “You make me happy too.” The words are a quiet confession on his lips, one that I savor.
