When Natalia looked down at Arthur, the sight of him made her breath catch in her throat.
Him repeating that he loved her over and over wasn't helping her calm down in any way. If anything, it sent another quiet surge of heat and devotion straight to her core.
The wild, feverish haze that had clouded his eyes for hours was finally, clearly gone. In its place was an open, completely exposed clarity. His dark lashes were still wet with unshed tears, sticking together in soft points around his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, and his lips were swollen, parted slightly as he drew in long, trembling breaths, glistening under the light.
She had watched this same sight earlier, intensely carving every detail into her memory, but even now, she couldn't get enough of him.
