KNOX’S POV

I kiss her standing on the shoulder of a dark highway in Alaska with her legs around my waist and the stars above us and the cold biting every inch of exposed skin and neither of us caring because the heat between us has always been enough.

And it is enough now, and it will be enough tomorrow and next week and next year and for every year after that until I run out of years.

When we break apart, she’s breathless, and her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright and alive in a way that has nothing to do with silver or Sapphire and everything...