"Charles," I repeat in a low, heated murmur against his lips. "My Charles."
A full-body shudder seems to ripple through him at my words, his arms winding inescapably tight around my back. "Yours," he growls in affirmation. "Always yours, Cassie. No matter what happens, you have to know that."
His intense declaration hangs heavy in the air between us, laden with unspoken acknowledgements about the complications and potential fallout of our new relationship status. Deep down, we both recognize there's a very likely scenario where this ends in utter chaos and devastation.
But in this suspended pocket of intimacy and abandon, none of that seems to matter. I'm his and he's mine - two hearts and souls intertwined, finally united after years of longing. Everything else is just insignificant de
