“I’m not going anywhere Cordelia.” Doyle took her hand in his. “Not going to lose me this time. Not without a warning.”
Doyle sighed and pulled back a little, the hand that was going through her hair now cupping her cheek. “Aye. I did save ye and them. I don’t regret that one bit.” He held himself together, trying to not be over emotional about this. And yet all he could see was Cordy as beautiful as ever. “I do regret not being with ye though and leaving ye after that kiss. I left ye. Probably confused and annoyed. I know I shouldn’t have done that to ye princess. And if yer willing, I wanting ta make it up ta ye. Make things alright again. And maybe I finally can get ta call ye my princess in time.”
Cordelia couldn’t help but smile at Doyle’s words. She leant into his touch, and placed her hand atop his. Linking their fingers together, she dropped their hands in between the two of them. “Well maybe…” she began, leaning forward to capture his lips in a small kiss, before pulling back and beaming. “…That’ll be sooner than you think.”
He laughed nervously, squeezing her hand back. “Ye always did know ‘ow ta catch me off guard, and bring me back to the...
Cordelia beamed, amused by the reaction she got from Doyle. “Yeah, silly.” she replied, squeezing his hand softly to...