Page 174 of Let It Be Me

“You’re not going to be able to convince me otherwise,” she insisted. “You’re a hero—to me, and to a lot of other people, too.”

“I’m messed up in a lot of ways.”

“You’re not perfect,” she acknowledged. “But—”

“You are. You’re perfect.”

She laughed under her breath. “No I’m not!”

Yes. She was. He kissed her and his worries disintegrated at thefeel of her lips and the scent of her lavender soap. His devotion to her was a storm within. Life-changing. Steadfast. Stronger than hardships or time.

She set her forehead against his. They were both short of breath. “Do you know what you are, Sebastian?”

“Difficult?” he asked wryly.

“You’re perfectfor me. And that’s enough.”