I lifted a hand to his face and traced the side of his mustache with my thumb, watching it go before I lifted my eyes to him.
“For the first time since I was eleven and for the first time in my whole life, it being totally honest and completely real, I am too.”
He knifed up, his arms going around me, and he rolled us so he was on top then he kissed me.
“I think I have a clue how much you love me now, Hop,” I told him when he broke the kiss.
“Good to know, baby,” he said through a grin.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“So far from a hardship, it isn’t funny, lady, but you’re welcome.”
I lifted my head, sifting my fingers in his overlong hair, smelling his spicy scent, feeling his ’tache tickle my skin and I kissed my husband.
It was the best kiss of my life.
Up until then.
I would find that Hop, as ever, would keep making them better.