“Kessa.”
“If you make me say it twice because you are stunned, I will.”
“I heard you.”
“Good.”
He is the one trembling now.
“I love you,” he says.
I believe him.
“Despite all evidence that this is a terrible idea?” I ask, trying my best to not choke on the words.
“Because I have considered the evidence.”
That gets me. I laugh, wipe at the tears I can’t stop, and kiss him.
He lets me set the pace. Warm mouth, careful pressure, his free hand hovering near my waist until I catch it and put it where I want it.
“Here,” I murmur.
His fingers settle against me and the kiss changes.
We have done desperate. This is slower. He waits when I slow down and follows when I pull him closer. No implant. No enemy. No excuse. Just us.
When I pull back, his eye is almost black.
“More?” he asks.
I smile broadly.
“Yes.”
He looks pleased with himself.
“You are very demanding about questions.”
“I am an excellent teacher.”
“So you have said.”
I kiss him again before he can become too pleased with himself, then a knock hits the door and Merra’s voice comes through the wood.
“If either of you tears anything I spent the night repairing, I will become unreasonable.”
I stare at the door, struggling to not laugh.
“You are already unreasonable,” I call.
“I can become even more creative.”
Her footsteps move away. Rhazek looks at me.
“Your healer frightens me.”
“She should.”