“I’m sorry,” I whisper as he spoils me with kisses, up my cheeks and down my neck. “I shouldn’t have given up like that. I should have fought harder.” My voice is hoarse. He shakes his head and then presses his forehead to mine. “You went through so much. I’m sorry, baby. But I’m here now, and I’ll be here always. Whatever you want, you’re going to get.”
