Taking his spot on the back of the bike his arms banded around her once again. This time he pulled her back tightly against her chest. Leaning over her shoulder he let his lips drag up the length of her neck before resting at her ear.
"I have never doubted you once. Not once. Don't do that to me."
For the first time since Danica bit him he had what he really wanted. The angel that gave him his humanity and stole his heart. Living by her side and never being able to touch her had filled him with agony. He thought it must be what a monk feels. To be married to a belief, to love it, and feel it in your soul but never get to touch the one that brought you that happiness. Now he had her and there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
"This is what I have always wanted. You know that."