Page 56 of Passion and Ink

“I love you.” Setting the computer aside, I turn and crawl over his thighs, straddling him. Burying my fingers in his thick, golden brown hair, I whisper again, “I love you. Thank you.”

“For what?” he asks, cupping my hips, holding me in place. As if I’m even considering moving.

“For being my strength when mine wavered. For being my heart when I was so positive mine was broken beyond repair. For being my hope and faith until mine caught up with yours. And for being my warrior.”

He snorts. “I’m not the one being David to Goliath.” His smile fades, and his hands abandon my waist and cup my face. “And I would be anything for you, whatever you need. Whatever you want. Just as long as I can be yours.”

“And I can be yours.”

I kiss him, long, hard, and then gentle and sweet.

Just like our love.