" Bodies pressed together, she could feel his pulse, blood furiously rushing through his veins. “Your heart,” she whispered. “It’s racing.”
“You feel it?” he asked. “You hear it?”
“Yes.”
“What’s it saying?”
She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed. “It’s saying you love me.”
“I do,” he said. “No matter what. Sempre. "

― J.M. Darhower , Redemption (Sempre, #2)