“You were the one who changed the words,” he says. “So what are you trying to say?”
“I don’t know,” I say, throwing his own words back in his face.
Liam puts the note in the box and closes it, sealing it with my key. Then he puts the box down into the hole he just dug.
He holds the key close to his chest and fishes his own key from his pocket, holding that one out to me. But we’ve never switched keys before, and they both open the same lock.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say.
“It does to me,” he answers, grabbing my hand to put the key inside, and he curls up my hand with his. “Everything you are is mine, and I want everything that’s mine to be yours.”
Fuck me, this man can not only fuck like a god but he can also charm like a god.
“That has to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I reply.
“Hmm…” he murmurs, and he grabs my face. “I know something sweeter.”
“Oh, what’s that?” As he leans in real close, I go along, our lips almost touching.
“I love you, Jas,” he says, giving me a tiny peck on the top of my lip.
“How much?” I mutter. He keeps on kissing around my lips as if he’s worshipping every inch of them.
“More than anything in this world,” he says, kissing my chin. “And my answer is yes.”
“Yes?” I lean back and look at him. “To what?”
“Your semi-question.”
My eyes narrow. “You can’t say ‘yes’ to ‘how much.’”
He smirks like the devil himself. “Not that one … The one before that.” He cups my face and looks me dead in the eye. “Yes … I will marry you.”
My face turns red as a beet. “I didn’t ask that.”
“You said ‘if’ …” he muses. “And I’m changing the ‘if’ to ‘when.’ Because it’s most definitely going to happen.”
I feel like a silly girl with a stupid smile that I can’t wipe off my face. “You’re that certain?”
He presses his lips to mine, kissing me with such passion my head spins with glee.
“I thought you already knew,” he murmurs as our lips detach. “I’m going to need you to stay forever.”
I lean back and grab a scoop of sand to throw over the box. “Deal.”
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