Page 217 of The Silent Note

“Thank you,” she tells me.

“For what?”

“Being more obsessed with my happiness than I am.”

All the breath in my body leaves. Grey just put her heart in my hands, and the weight of it takes me by surprise.

I’m not an emotional guy, but tears are springing to my eyes. I kiss her softly before she sees that she made me cry.

Her lips move against mine, soft and pliable. I angle her head to dial up the intensity and feel a stirring in my lower stomach.

The kiss is perfect.

Sheis perfect.

Caressing tenderly, I slide one hand down her neck and with the other I trail her spine. Lowering her until she’s flat on the blanket, I look down at her. Neither of us move as we take each other in.

Damn, I love this woman. I could get lost in the little details of her face. Like the endless chocolate pools of her eyes, the honey rings right outside of her irises, the little moles that make a heart-shape on her cheek.

Grey gives me a mischievous little look and I know I’m in trouble.

“What are you thinking?” she asks.

“That you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Your eyes are terrifyingly blue.”

I smile. “You’re making this difficult, Grey.”

“What?”

“I told myself to take things slow, to not overwhelm you,” I admit.

She blinks heavily.

“But I can’t do it. I barely survived without you.” I brush the scar on her forehead. “I thought I would die.”

She laughs.

“I’m serious.”

“I know. I like that you’re dramatic.”

“Dramatic? That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”

“Expressive, then.”

“Better.”

Her smile slowly fades as she runs her fingers through my hair. It feels amazing.

“I missed you too,” she admits.

My hand glides down her ribcage. I know her body like the back of my hand and something’s different.

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