Harley's eyes drift closed as she imagines the life he describes, and she can feel the prickling threat of tears behind her lids. She takes a steadying breath, blinks away the tears, and squeezes his hand back just as fiercely.

"I want to make a home in you." She lifts their joined hands to her chest where her heart beats rabbit-fast. Her other hand cups his face, her thumb tracing the angle of his jaw. "If you want me, then please keep me. Please."