Rush

she was a drug in his veins he had no desire to cure himself of

“Not love you? I’d slay dragons and lay them at your feet. I adore you.”

“Don’t let me change you, Mia,” he whispered. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

“I can’t be without you,” he whispered. “You have to stay, Mia.”

She stroked her hands over his back and then up to his head and held him lovingly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Gabe.”

He was utterly captivated by her.

You’re worth everything.

She was tattooed on every part of his body. Deeper, in his heart, his very soul. A permanent brand that would never wear off.

She’d chosen him.

She was his…sunshine.

Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.