The sentiment was exactly what he'd come to expect from Becky. She was always sweet and generous and kind. "So do you," he assured her, burying his face into her curls. There was just something comforting about her. Something that spoke to his wounded heart.
But the way she kept dismissing herself bothered him. "Stop selling yourself so short," he scolded her gently as he set her back a bit. "Any man would be lucky to be the one to make you happy. The fact that you're giving me that chance is an honour. Don't you let anyone, including yourself, convince you otherwise."
Oh that kiss wasn't going to be enough. Cathair groaned and leaned down, pulling her close again before turning the kiss around on her. Deep and full of want.