Words Left Unsaid

ROWAN’S POV

“Absolutely not.” I don’t even pretend to consider it. “You?”

“Not a chance.”

We look at each other, and there’s something light dancing in his eyes — actual humor, rare and precious as the aurora itself.

Then he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering there like he’s memorizing the moment.

“I don’t want to be overly cheesy,” he murmurs against my skin, “but you’re even