Emma POV

I heard the voice I adored.

I heard him tell me that he loved me. I felt his lips on my neck. I felt his nose running up and down my jaw.

If this was death, I would welcome it with open arms.

I opened my eyes slowly, and a bright light made me shut them down again. I prepared myself for the light and opened my eyes again.

I was in a room. I was lying in bed. I glanced to my left and saw his hair. His head was buried in ...