Hope.
But others...
Others feel bigger.
Older.
Deeper.
Like they're coming from him.
Love.
Gratitude.
Devotion so absolute it steals the breath from my lungs.
I break the kiss just enough to look at him.
“Rand...”
His forehead rests against mine.
“I know.”
“No...”
I cup his face, overwhelmed by everything pouring through me.
“I can feel you.”
His moss-green eyes soften.
“You can?”
I nod, tears threatening all over again.
“I don't know how to explain it.”
He smiles gently.
“You don't have to.”
“It feels like...”
I press a hand over my chest.
“...your heart is talking to mine.”
A shaky breath leaves him.
“That's exactly what it feels like.”
I don't know whether it's magic.
Whether it's this mysterious mating bond.
Or whether I'm simply falling for the most extraordinary man I've ever met.
