“You want it, you’ll get it.” He kisses me fiercely. “We’ll make it the most successful turtle sanctuary in the world, Val. I’m on board with anything that lets you work your magic.”
“Is that what happened to us?” I whisper. “Magic?”
“I’ve wondered the same thing,” he says, kissing me again. “Think it had to be. Can’t see any other way I’d wind up with you hooked in this deep and loving every frigging second of it. Loving every bit of you.”
He’s right.
It was nothing shy of a miracle I survived, and pure magic when Flint saved my life several times over. Nothing else explains how we’re here, two perfect lovers drunk on each other’s kisses, planning a freaking turtle future.
Just try and convince me otherwise.