You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his.
I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now.
“Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line once, now it was mine.

“Always,” Balik murmured against my jawbone the words grazing my skin as I arched my neck backwards. “You and me, always.” His whisper mingled with the kisses he brushed along my throat. I closed my eyes and drifted away with him.

Autor: Melanie Cusick-Jones