“Madoc?” she whispered, tilting her face to the side. “What does ‘Fallen’ mean? The tattoo on your back?”
Questions.
“It doesn’t say ‘Fallen.’” I kissed a trail up her back, but she pushed herself up and turned her face to look at me, tears in her eyes.
“Fallon?” She pinched her eyebrows together in understanding.
I took her face in my hand, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I got it a couple of years ago,” I told her. “I never forgot you. I never stopped loving you.”
Her eyes closed, and she reached her hand behind her to caress my cheek.
Then, looking at me again, she gave me a small smile. “That’s because we’re unstoppable.”
I dived in and kissed her hard. Damn right.