“Collum . . . you’ll be gone tomorrow,” I breathed out, my face against his neck. I didn’t like that idea.
“No. I think I won’t be leaving this night . . . or any other. I have infinite patience, but not for this.”
He smelled like home to me. I drowsily nuzzled into his neck. Deep woods, amber, leather, and creamy-vanilla musk lulled me into a light sleep as I breathed in the scent of his skin, relaxing when he held me tighter. I think I may have kissed his neck.
“Mo Milis,” he whispered softly into my hair.
