63. Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Three

Anna

T wo words and my body wants to melt like there hasn't been months separating us. Like there isn't a disease that's kept this version of him from me. Like I haven't been lying to myself for over half of a year about my feelings for Tobias Jeffers.

Is it possible to be both turned on and infuriated?

I scoff. " Now what?"

His amber eyes are so clear, striking a contrast against the whites and the dark, that I see the little specks within them.

Just like the golden sparkles.

His eyes dart to me biting my lip and darken.

"It's been two hundred and twenty-nine days," he says to my lips. "And yet not a single moment, before or after, has been as intoxicating as this one."

Toby leans in, and just when I think he's going to kiss me again, he slants his forehead against mine.

"Men have fought wars over women like you, Mama." The words ghost over my lips, snake their way behind my ribs, and burrow into my heart. "And I will gladly fight my own, every day, just so I can drown in you ."

His lips slam against mine, his hands gripping my butt and lifting me until my legs wrap around his waist.

There's not a part of me that wants to stop this as he carries us down the short hallway and through the only open door—my bedroom.

Him.

Us.

And it's this moment, as Toby lays me on the bed and settles atop my body, that I accept he's it .

He'll only ever be it for me.

The one who undoes me.

My own personal fix .