Page 89 of Death, Interrupted

He grinned. “You’re an editor. I figured while you’re already reading it, you can give me feedback about my writing.”

I laughed softly. “Of course I will,” I said. “But not on the first read. The first time, I just want to enjoy it. I want to read it the way you meant it.”

He smiled and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “Fair enough.”

“Thank you,” I then said, getting serious again. “You’re the love of my life, and I owe so much to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” He cupped my face with both hands and pulled me closer to kiss my lips. “You already give me everything.”

Everything I’d been through, every pain and every moment of doubt, had led me here. To this. To him.

This was it. With him was where I needed to be.

He was my home.