Henry

“Please do, and I’ll just continue to tell you how I feel about you, because that seems to mean a lot to you,” I say, pulling her hand to my lips again.

“It does. No one has ever said the things that you say to me. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, Henry,” she says softly.

“That’s good. I’d have to kill anyone who did. You’re mine, Piper. Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to possess, mine to adore, mine to pamper, mine to indulge. You are mine.”

She leans ...