Ben's mouth twitched towards a smile, a flicker of the boyish charm that had been his mainstay back when they'd first met. Before Canada, before betrothals to Americans, before Witch Weekly speculating on everything they did. Back when it had just been the two of them, catching moments here and there where they could. He leaned over and lightly kissed her forehead.

I love you, he nearly said, but those three words had a habit of ruining the moment.

"I'm here," he said instead, and wrapped her in his arms.

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