Chapter 127 Huxley

• She laughs and kisses me again, and it feels like coming home; like my birthday and Christmas and Valentine’s Day all rolled into one. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy.
• I take her through to the bedroom, go over to the bed, and toss the duvet onto the floor. Turning, I sit and lie back, bringing her with me. Astride me, she makes herself comfortable and strokes my hair back off my forehead.
• “You’re so handsome,” she murmurs. “You make my heart ache.” She kisses my jaw, brushing her lips against my stubble, to behind my ear. “Your hair’s damp. You’ve had a shower.”