““I have decided to live,” he said quietly. That, too, was obvious from the way he’d changed in the past year. I felt his gaze as he spoke, heavier than usual along my skin. He had been my friend, and now offered more. Was willing to try more. But I knew: he was not the sort of man who loved easily, or casually. If I wanted him, I would have all of him, and he wanted all of me. All or nothing; that was as fundamental to his nature as light itself. I tried to joke. “It took you a year to decide that?” “Ten, yes,” Shiny replied. “This last year was for you to decide.””