“Wylder …” I whispered.
“Livy,” he replied just as softly.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I ever could have imagined. And leaving my family was hard, but choosing you was easy.”
His gaze fell from mine. One—there was one thing that brought out his guilt, maybe a hint of insecurity.
Me.
He would always feel guilty for asking me to choose him. So I played the one card, the only card that mattered.
“How far would you go for me?” I stepped out of the tub onto the mat.
He lifted his gaze and pushed off the vanity, taking two short steps to me. “The ends of the earth.”
I grinned. “I think you’ve already done that.” Everything Wylder did for me, even when I didn’t trust him, was out of love.
He nodded slowly, ghosting his hands over my hair to my face, cupping it with a gentle touch. “Now … I think you mentioned something that requires copulation.”
Before my giggle fully released, he kissed me, stealing my gum, my heart, my soul … my world.
All because I had no control over my stupid …
Crazy …
Impulsive heart.
The End