…Anastasia POV…
Sebastian and I are standing in the kitchen while Elloise is keeping an eye over Zachariah. I move towards him, slide my arms on his waist, and chuck my hands in his back pockets. He looks at me with a sweet smile on his face. He loves it when I touch him so intimately, as he calls it. Yes, there is the danger of someone dying, but we can, in the depths of deep darkness, still express our love for each other.
He slowly lowers his head and rests his lips softly against mine; from under his breath, he softly whispers, "I love you."
It brings butterflies to my stomach every time he says it, "And I love you even more than I did a moment ago."
"Well, that cannot even near to be possible, for a moment ago, it was me loving you more."
"Always the wise ass. Now, do you think that we shall be able to enjoy some quiet time after this ordeal?"
