Carefully, I lay the frame on the floor in front of us before gathering her into my arms. We both hurt each other emotionally, we’re both broken, but underneath it all is a foundation of understanding that’s going to carry us through.
I’m sure of it.
“You know, I’ve got just the spot to put this,” I say softly.
Kelsey lets out a watery laugh.
With the knuckles of one hand, I lift her chin. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Brushing a hand against my cheek, she brushes a kiss on the underside of my jaw. “Thank you for being the kind of man who can stop a woman from coming apart, help put her back together, and still be able to reach the corners of her heart.”
Pressing Kelsey gently back, I cover her body with mine as I can’t answer her comment with words.
But there are other ways to show her how hers affect me.
Besides, mine aren’t as good as hers are anyway.