You are mine.” He spoke against her lips. “You always have been. You always will be.

Jenny,” he whispered. “My Jenny.

He lifted a hand to her face, running a fingertip across her cheekbone and down to her mouth. It lingered for a moment before he dropped his hand to his side. “I’ll be here.

I know.” He leaned back, looking into her eyes. “But I’m not going anywhere, Jenny. I’ll fight to stay with you.