“I promise you, Aster Rose. I promise.”
I lifted her hand and kissed her ring, and I leaned in to murmur in her ear, “And I’m going to make sure that becomes Aster Rose Lawson soon. Very soon.”
Aster laughed. She laughed this disbelieving, joyous sound that rang in the air and reverberated from the walls.
A thrill.
Euphoric.
“I can’t believe it,” I murmured.
It felt like I was suffering from a bolt of shock.
The best kind.
“I can’t believe it!” That time, I shouted it, and I picked her up and spun her around.
She squealed and laughed and clung to my shoulders as she flung her head back and let the peals of delight paint the walls of the apartment a new color.
Vibrant.
Beauty.
Light.
“We don’t even know for sure.” She giggled it.
I held her up high, and she looked down at me, smiled that smile that slayed.
Cut me wide open.
This girl my destiny.
“But you know,” I hedged.
Her expression softened, so tender that she melted through the middle of me. “Yes, Logan, I know.”
I took her mouth.
My kiss was fevered and hers was overjoyed.
Panted laughs and giggled whispers. “I love you, Logan. I love you.”
“I love you, baby, so much.”
I kept spinning her around while I kissed her, this girl the wildest, best ride I’d ever taken.
I set her down on the edge of the table.
She yelped then grinned while I palmed her on the outside of the thighs. “Look at you…a perfect present wrapped in my shirt.”
Another giggle, and redness was lighting on her cheeks.
“Are you going to unwrap me?” The tease slipped from her tongue.
“Oh, Little Star, you bet I am.”
I reached for the material and tore it open. Buttons pinged as they scattered across the floor.