" She touched her hand to his cheek, and he turned toward her, his arms coming around her to draw her close, his cheek pressed to the side of her hair. She felt his chest lift against hers as he drew in a ragged breath and held her tight. And then he said the words she'd long thought she'd never hear.
"God, how I love you, Hero. So much. So much... "
― C.S. Harris , Why Kings Confess (Sebastian St. Cyr #9)