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384 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 1, 2026
"Age is a number for accountants, not lovers.
"You are the most precious thing in my world, Florian. I would raze cities for you. Do you understand?"
"Never doubt for a second that you belong here," he said. "You are not my burden. You are my reason."
“You're my home," he said, his voice rough. He lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to the center of my palm, then to my wrist, right over my pulse.
"Ten!" The crowd inside roared, the sound muffled but audible through the glass.
"Nine!"
Knox lifted my chin gently, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
"Eight!"
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you," he answered.
“Three! Two! One!"
As the city exploded, we kissed. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was deep and desperate, a claiming. Somewhere above us, fireworks shattered the darkness, blooms of red, gold, and green. The booms echoed in my chest, mixing with the pounding of my heart. I saw the flashes of light against my closed eyelids, felt the vibrations in the railing, but my entire world was narrowed down to the taste of him, the heat of his mouth, the strength of his arms holding me up.
"Happy New Year, my boy," he said.
"Happy New Year, Daddy.”