Lily Thompson I turned in his arms to meet his gaze. His eyes, fierce and tender all at once, were the only thing I wanted to see. “Yeah,” I whispered, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. “More than okay. I’m… I’m happy. Safe. I’m… home.” He smiled, that slow, crooked smile that had made my heart skip a thousand times before. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere ever again.” I leaned up and kissed him, softly at first, then with everything I’d been holding in for months—the fear, the longing, the relief. His hands slid under my shirt, warm and steady, and I pressed closer, letting myself melt into him. Every heartbeat we shared felt like it was ours alone, after the world had tried to tear us apart so many times. When I finally pulled back to catch my breath, I rested my forehead against his. “I… I love you,” I admitted, and for the first time, I didn’t hide it, didn’t twist it, didn’t fear it. He chuckled, low and teasing, though his grip neve
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