"I do love you, Laszlo," I whispered. He surged up, joy glowing in his eyes as he dove for my mouth, a sharp cry pressed into the kiss, his free hand holding my face to his. We curled together, twining legs and arms around one another, tongues twisting and ragged breaths laughing. "How could I not?" I gasped, kissing over his cheeks. "How could I not love you, my sweetest, gentlest, most patient man?"
