She’d put the truth out there and everyone who was smashing me earlier this morning was suddenly on my side. All because of Claire. She was a fucking champion. A hero. My hero.
Arms snaked around my waist as a warm kiss was placed against the centre of my back. Dropping my phone on the table, I turned to face the most amazing, most beautiful woman in the world. My woman. She was a fucking keeper that was for sure.
I only had one question for her. “Why?”
“Because they needed to hear the rest of the story. I couldn’t just sit there and let them call you all those horrible things because they didn’t know the truth. You didn’t punch that idiot because you’re a thug or a bully. You punched him to protect someone. To protect me. And the world needed to know that. You need to know that.”
“Fuck I love you,” I declared before taking her lips in a bruising kiss.
By the time I pulled back we were both panting desperately with swollen lips, and I’m sure the lust and longing in Claire’s eyes rivalled my own.
“I love you too, Seth. And I don’t know if I said it last night or not, but thank you.”
“Thank you?”
“Thank you for making sure I was okay. It cost you everything, and I think in the back of your brain you knew this would happen but you did it anyway. You put my safety before everything. So, thank you.”
“You didn’t cost me everything, Claire. You are everything.”
