He throws his head back and laughs, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. His blues are twinkling like stars in the dark, and he lowers me down, wraps his arms around me, and chuckles into my ear, sending hot, sweet air into it and making me shiver in pleasure.
I can get used to this.
I think I just did.
“I love you, Judith Penelope Humphry wallet-thief, Smiths fan.”
“I love you too, Célian James Laurent one-night-stander, cold-hearted bastard.”
In case you were wondering, we’ve already crossed off every item on the bucket list I’d made with Milton.
Visit Africa.
Get assigned to the Middle East.
Watch the sunset in Key West.
Eat one perfect macaron in Paris.
My heart is not lonely.
It’s full and happy and whole.
Most of all, it is Célian’s.