But Everett did know. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in the careful way she cupped his cheek. And he was pretty sure that no matter how many people he helped, in how many ways, nothing else was ever going to feel quite like this, mean quite this much to him personally.
“Glad I could help,” he said, his voice a trifle ragged at the edges.
“Thank you,” said Sylvie. She eased in closer, rose to her toes.
Everett froze. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” she said and laid her lips over his.
Just a light, sweet pressure, but his heart leapt into his throat. His hands fisted to keep from reaching for her, and it took everything he had to hold himself still, accepting what she offered without giving any pressure in return. Her body swayed closer, the warmth of her thighs, belly, ches
