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My heart hiccupped. “Thank goodness for the ay and the deniz then.”
“For the luna and the mare,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto mine and making the world drop away.
I sat taller, my chest aching and so full of love. “It was Aslan who joined the two, many, many years before I ever dreamed of creating something so extraordinary.”
A rush of memories.
Star glow and moonlight.
Desire and desperation.
My cheeks heated, and it was my turn to lean forward.
If I shared my innermost parts, I could relive them again. I could rewind time that was whispering of my end and go back to the very beginning.
I could touch him for the first time again.
Kiss him for the first time.
Love him until the end of time.
I need that.
One
last
time...
Brushing down my wave-foam green dress, my bare feet longed to step into the cool wetness of my home. I’d been on shore for far too long.
But it wouldn’t be too much longer.
And then...
I sat taller with determination. “It was the moon and the sea that brought him to me. Without either, we would never have found each other.” I smiled as a vibrant memory swept me up. “It became a bit of a vow between us. A wedding troth, if you will.”
Dylan sucked in a breath.
Margot swooned. “How old were you when he realised he loved you back? I mean...how old were you when you first slept together? I mean—”
“Margot.” Dylan reared back, rolling his eyes. “Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “This interview is not turning out how I thought it would.”
I chuckled under my breath, running my thumb over the ring on my wedding finger. The inscription burned against my skin as if it were only yesterday.
The night he’d placed it there.
The crashing wave of love.
Longing caught in the back of my throat. I whispered, “I’ll tell you what. Let’s forget about the interview. We’ll ignore your scripted questions. We’ll forget about why you came here today.”
“Are you...are you saying you’d like us to leave?” Dylan’s spine snapped straight. “If so, I must apologise. We meant no offense. We’re just impassioned about your life, Nerida—”
“Please, if I overstepped, I didn’t mean—” Margot bit her bottom lip, cutting herself off.
“It’s fine.” I looked at them both. At their newness and verve. I’d been like that once. I’d been passionate about every fish, whale, reef, and anemone. I’d been besotted with love and embraced every day with joy because I’d been given him so young.
I suddenly wanted to relive it all.
