Page 182 of The Lies We Live

He presses his forehead to mine. “I always deliver.”

The ring catches moonlight, sparkling against my skin.

I press my palm flat against his chest. Right over the compass. Right over my name, inked into his skin.

“You’re my home,” I whisper.

He covers my hand with his. Heartbeat is fast and strong under my palm.

“Are you happy?”

I lift my head to look at him. “Life-changingly yes.”