“Those came with the face. It was a package deal.”
“Did they come all scrunched up like that? Because, in my experience, you only look like that when you’re stressed or frustrated.” He huffed out a breath and rubbed the back of his head. “Is it because I’m here? I should have called you first. Sorry. I just wanted to surprise you.”
Something in my chest felt warm, probably the last little piece of my heart melting for him.
“I’m frustrated because I want to touch you so bad I’m literally hurting my hand to prevent it, and I’m stressed because I don’t know how you’ll react when I lose control.”
Liam looked at me like I was an alien for about half a second before crawling over me, one hand finding the back of my head to drag my lips to his. He was enthusiastic in his kiss, and I responded in kind. I didn’t realize how much I missed the taste and feel of him until he was in my arms.
Nearly two years had passed since Liam and I first met at this very spot. So much had happened; so much had changed. I wasn’t sure what brought us to this point - fate, destiny, or merely the choices we made - but I wasn’t sorry for it. I regretted the pain I caused others and mourned the lives lost, but I knew I was where I was supposed to be. It wasn’t a happily ever after. We had more than our fair share of challenges and Challenges ahead of us, but we were heading in the right direction. Liam and I are going to make the world a better place. Together. And for us, it’s enough.