She searched his eyes, seeing nothing but absolute truth. Whether or not she could remember that moment, whether or not she was truly the same Tang Fei who'd saved him, he believed it. And his love was real.
"Then I'm glad," she whispered. "I'm glad that little girl saved you. Because it brought you to me now."
He kissed her then, deep and slow and full of emotion that had been building for over a decade. A kiss that tasted of gratitude and devotion and a love that had started with a child's kindness and grown into something that would burn down the world.
When they finally broke apart, the island was so close she could see individual palm trees swaying in the breeze.
"Ready?" he asked.
"With you? Always."
He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, pouring everything he felt into the connection of their lips. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, losing herself in the taste and feel of him.
