Ragnar took her left hand, the one Nheera had injured. The wound had healed cleanly overnight, leaving only a faint pink line across her palm. He brought it to his lips and kissed it with care. "I love you. I don't think I'll ever find enough words to tell you how much I adore you."
Her eyes shone with tenderness as she looked up at him.
"I love you too," she said softly. "Every day I wake up loving you a little more than the day before."
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her so their bodies fit together. He simply held her, breathing in the scent of her hair, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.
