I pull back to look at him, so much going off inside me. His gorgeous pale grey eyes scan my face, and his finger trails down my cheek to wipe the sodden mess away. Looking at me like that … handsome and gentle, I completely surrender to the joy and relief coursing through me.

I don’t utter an answer; instead, I kiss him.

I throw in everything, pull his face to mine with determined fingertips, and give my most grateful ‘thank the heavens for bringing him home’ passionate ...