She buried her face in his shoulder, clinging with all her might. Her legs stopped holding her up, and she sank to the floor, pulling him down with her. “What took you so long?” she whispered, voice choked. “Why did you not come to me right away? This whole time, you’ve been here, and I did not know.” She kissed him, before he could answer, passionate and desperate.
“I couldn’t be certain that it was you — I had to make sure, and I had to do this right, Summer … as tempting as it was to take you away, I had to ensure that I didn’t unintentionally start a war or something in the process,” he whispered as his legs buckled and he allowed her to pull him down onto the floor, feeling a little weak from the deeply passionate kiss she’d given him only a few moments before.
“I hate it when you make sense,” she grumbled, half-heartedly. She couldn’t stop touching him, fingertips stroking his face, sliding her hands down his shoulders, running fingers through his hair. She was afraid if she stopped he would turn out to have been a dream after all. Staring at him, eyes roaming his beloved face, she said, choked, “I will never leave you again.”