“The answer to that question is always going to be the same. It doesn’t matter what happens.” His hands tightened on me. “You and me.”
The words sounded like vows. But there was grief that bloomed in my chest as he spoke them, like an incantation that gave flesh to bones.
My voice deepened, waiting for his mouth to touch mine.
“How long can you live like that?”
His lips parted and the kiss was deep, drawing the air from the room, and the word was broken in his throat. “Forever.”