He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “You always give me pieces of yourself. Your courage, your warmth, your magic. I wanted to give something back. It’s not much, but—”
“It’s everything,” I choke, barely able to form the words. “It’s everything.”
He smiles and fastens the charm around my neck. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. So I kiss him.
It’s soft at first. Familiar. But then it deepens. He tastes like wine and rosemary and snow-kissed air. He groans against my lips, pulling me closer. We tumble back onto the blanket, our limbs tangling, laughter melting into desire.
I let myself forget for a moment.
Forget the nerves. The fluttering inside me that has nothing to do with him and everything to do with a plastic stick I threw in the trash this morning.
We finish th
