But Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that. He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard-stubble soft on my fingers. I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands, he said softly. And you know that.

Written in My Own Heart's Blood: A Novel (ed. Delacorte Press, 2014) - ISBN: 9780440246442