“I love you so much.” Goddess, I was tired of crying, but this wasn’t the same as it had been without him. “I was starting to lose hope.”
My arms tightened around his neck, and with one hand, I tangled my fingers in his hair on the back of his head.
It was like a switch flipped the same second that we were alone. I had briefly let my emotional exhaustion from the past 10 days consume me, crumbling and finding solace in his conscious presence, and now, there was a fire lit beneath me. Any hint of timidness or nervousness that I felt—a fear of the unknown, of what he’d be like upon awakening—had entirely disappeared.
I was struck with clarity—a realization that I needed to have, and I was glad that I did: Reid was still Reid. He was back, and he was okay.
He wanted to claim Waning Moon’
