Mila Gray

The best things in life are things you have to fight for.

I think you still love me,_ he says, __ven though you don__ want to.__ glare at him, fury battling my instincts.__ecause that kind of love, Jessa,_ Kit continues, __oesn__ just disappear. It doesn__ just fade. I still love you. I__l always love you. And I think you feel the same way about me. And hell, I know I don__ deserve it. I know all I deserve is your hatred. But if there__ a chance, a single chance that you might still love me, then I__ not going to throw it away. Because I__e been through hell and you__e the only reason I__ still standing._ He pauses. __o tell me the truth. Do you love him?

But it's not Kit's physique that I'm talking about. It's the way he is, the confidence he has that is beyond his years. He speaks softly-I've never seen him lose his temper or shout-and when he walks into a room, It's like he's a magnet and everything, including the air, is drawn to him. Although I know he can strip an automatic weapon in under ten seconds and is trained to lea d men in battle, I've also seen him siniging lullabies to his baby nieces while he cradles them in his arms, and jump off a pier to save a drowning dog.

Does he make you see stars?_ he asks in a low voice. __oes he call you his north star? Because that__ what you are to me. You__e the reason I made it home.

Does he tell you that you__e allhe thinks about? Does he tell you that he lives for you?That he breathes for you? That he dreams of you everydamn moment, awake and asleep? Does he tell you anyof that?_ He pauses to look at me and I try to keep a blankface. __o, I didn__ think so,_ he says quietly.