“Nights are mine.” Evan paused as his eyes drank me in. His wide palm delicately wrapped around the column of my throat. My pulse hammered beneath it. “You,” he whispered as his head bent forward to nip my ear, “are mine.”
I couldn’t imagine this kind of unwavering acceptance from anyone else. I pulled my forehead down to hers and made a silent vow. I will be the man you deserve.