She gasped, her body still against his.

"Ella, is it so wrong for me to want to be everything you need? Everything you want? To give you everything you could ever desire?" He cupped her face. "Seeing you hurt destroys me."

"No, it's not wrong." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her smile could have rivaled the sun. "But you've forgotten one thing. You already are all of those things for me, my everything."

Greg's lips clashed against hers. He pulled her to ...