Ravić's mouth never left mine, not even as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom. My fingers slid into his hair, tangling in the soft strands that reminded me achingly of our son's. My chest swelling with the love I bore for this man, fierce and overwhelming, threatening to swallow me whole.
This man. There will never be another.
He had been right about that since the beginning, long before I had the courage to admit it. In this life, in whatever came after, I knew bone-deep with certainty that I'd always choose him. Only him. The only one who could rip me open and still make me feel safe. The one who saw every part of me, and loved me with a devotion that burned as violently as the way he kissed me now.
He was my home. My refuge. The one place I could fall without fear.
