Page 235 of Sky’s Edge

“Then we’re agreed.”

“We are.”

As if to seal something that wasn’t just about a decision regarding my flat, but something much bigger—and from the way Tanyn was looking at me, we both knew it—I reached out to smooth the dark hair away from his forehead.

It fell back to where it was, but even if I knew my ministrations would prove futile, I did it again.

“Catty,” he whispered.

My eyes went from my hand and his hair to his.

“I’m scared,” I whispered.

“I know, baby.”

“It’s a lot of change.”

“I know that too.”

“And there’s a ton I’m going to miss.”

His eyes melted with sympathy.

Gods.

My male.

“But I’m happy,” I told him.

“Fuck,” he growled.

Still whispering, I said, “I’m giving my notice at work.”

“Sweetheart,” he muttered, gently scooting Hurley away so he could reach for me and pull me into his arms.

I settled there, and it felt natural.

“I need to make an admission,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied.

“I hate that I didn’t think of all you’d have to give up for me, but I didn’t think about it.”

Well, I already knew that, so there wasn’t much to say about it.

“However, part of me is glad I didn’t, and I’d like to explain,” he continued.

“I’m listening.”

“Before, if you’d buckled because of family duty, I might never have known, or appreciated what I’d earned, because I didn’t earn it. Now⁠—”

I knew what came after “now.”

And I was feeling so much, I couldn’t take more.

So I pushed in to put my lips to his and ordered, “Stop talking.”

“Thank you, baby, so fucking much for⁠—”