She held up the rock on her hand. “We have time, right?”
“We do.”
“We are forever. Merry Christmas.” She leaned into me and I devoured her lips as if they were made from pure honey.
I don’t know how it happened. How a guy like me. A guy who had made every wrong decision at every turn. Ended up with this perfect woman. With a son. With a baby on the way. But I did. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to screw it up.
Ever.