Cloe POV
Listening to Storm almost made me cry with happiness.
Storm had lowered himself to one knee, took hold of both my hands, and looked me straight in the eyes as he spoke his heartfelt words and his commitment to me, at my eye level, which meant more to me than I realised. You were always looking up when in the wheelchair. That was part of why I enjoyed being carried by him; I did not have to look up all the time when in his arms, I felt more like an equal than someone begging or hidden from view.
"Storm," I whispered, because my voice suddenly got stuck and I had to clear a non-existent blockage in my throat.
"Blue eyes and strong arms held me safe when my life was on the brink. Your soft, deep, confident voice, during a crisis, for a girl you didn't know, held me captive, and
