“Thank you for all of this,” Baxter said softly. The awe and wonder in his voice was so genuine I couldn’t help but react. My throat grew dry all over again and my eyes burned. I glanced around the room, seeing it through his eyes, the act of love had become more apparent than ever. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met.” I’d never been called sweet before. Hadn’t realized it was something I craved.
