“What do you need, Emily Webster?”
“I need you.”
“You have me, Emily. You always have.”
“It’s the same for me, Nave.”
“Let’s go home.”
Home.
He kissed her slowly, meaningfully, and she lost her breath and every thought in her head that ten seconds ago was dying to get out. She just stared at him and beamed. He ran his knuckles down her cheek.
“Happy birthday, Emily.”
“Happy birthday, Nave.”