I Love You, Too

At first Lyle jerked her head towards him with wide eyes. She found him still focusing on the road in front of him. He had squeezed her hand and was holding it as if he would never leave it. Her breathing became ragged when despite those bruises on his face, she found him irresistible. The volume of his golden hair on the top of his head was falling over his forehead. She had this sudden urge to tousle them. No one should have such beautiful hair. He said he loved her. 

“Don’t stare like that at me,” he said in a low, sexy voice. A while later he sucked in a sharp breath. Seeing that she hadn’t an answer, he continued, “Lyle I am not perfect. But the only thing I can say is that I will follow you into hell if that is what is going to keep you safe. I am going to protect you because I feel you are mine, but I also feel that you are my protector. I wasn’t tethered to life as much as I am tethered to it