I couldn’t imagine a life without Reid—a life without his devilish half-smiles, his quick wit and absurd sense of humor, and his fierce loyalty and commitment to me wasn’t a life at all. I was certain that the memory of seeing him unconscious on the ledge on which we sat would haunt my dreams for many nights to come, but for now, he was with me again. He’d come back to me. He let me cry all over his shirt, like he had numerous times in the past, and he stroked my hair like he always did. He let me pepper countless kisses all over his face. Without so much as loosening his grip on me, he turned his body and scooted across the ledge to lean against the wall.
I pulled back just enough to kiss him. I couldn’t imagine never getting to kiss my Mate again.
For the first time since he’d come to,
