DEA
I do not remember deciding to move, and yet my hand is still there against his face, my fingers lingering along his cheek as if they have always known where to rest, as if this is not the first time I have touched him like this.
“Mo ghrá…” I uttered those words again even though I do not know what they meant. “You really fulfilled your promise to me.”
Arthur stilled in front of me. Everything in him seems to halt, as though the world itself has narrowed to the sound of my voice while saying those words.
For a long second, he only stared at me in parted mouth before I saw how his eyes lit up enough for me to see the overjoyed expression on his face. My chest tightened even through the haze that still lingered.
“Say that again,” he murmured in a cracked voice, pressing his forehead
