“Christ, husband.” I smile against his damp skin. “Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary.” He leans away, studying my face while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Every year I think, ‘if I love her any more, it’ll kill me.’ But I keep breathing and my heart keeps getting bigger to hold it all. Happy anniversary.”
“I love you so much. But I won’t talk about it killing me or it’ll upset you.”
“God no.” He’s turning pale. “Don’t even say things like that.”
I kiss him long and sweetly. “Let’s go home.”
We kiss for another hour before we manage to make it out the precinct door and home, back to our perfect happily ever after.