He wraps his arm around me and kisses me. “I didn’t believe her.”
“You didn’t?”
“No. I told you. I’m sure of you. Of us, Kali. I love you, too.”
My heart warms. “You do?”
“Yes. I do. And we’ll get a real home on one condition.”
“Condition?”
“That you marry me. Be my wife, and neither of us will ever be alone again.”
My heart swells. “I would be honored to be your wife.”
He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, settles me on the mattress, and then braces his elbows above me. “Happy Thanksgiving, Kali.”
“Happy Thanksgiving, Damion.”
The End