Davina's POV
"God! I love you. I love you so much," Irvin murmured, his tone hushed and trembling—as though he were declaring it for the very first time.
I gazed at him, my chest swelling with emotion. Something in his delivery struck me—the way each word seemed etched into his soul. As if he'd been desperate to voice it again, yearning for this moment.
I offered a tender smile, holding his gaze. "I love you too. So much."
Our confession dissolved into the stillness surrounding us.
Then his lips found mine once more.
This wasn't hurried or desperate. Our mouths danced together softly, lips caressing, drawing apart briefly, then reconnecting—nearer, more intense, as if any distance between us was unbearable.
When we finally separated, we remained close.
Our foreheads touched, our breathing mixing in the narrow gap that scarcely existed between us.
"I'm sorry for all the pain I put you through, baby," he murmured.
