“Of course I came for you, Gary. I will always come for you. Always. You’re my—” I gazed up into his dark chestnut eyes. What? I was his what? We were plastered together, from knees to chest. My arms were locked around him. He was holding my face. Somehow, I didn’t think he was going to finish that sentence with my employer. “I’m your…?” I prompted. He didn’t reply. Instead, Magnus leaned down and laid his lips gently to mine.
