“Fuck.” His pale eyes shine with potent possessiveness and affection. “Repeat that.”
“Husband?”
He nods sharply.
“My husband.” I flutter kisses over his neck, jaw, and the curve of his mouth. “My love, my life, and my everything.”
A low growl rips from his throat as he grips my hips and climbs atop of me. “My wife. My everything.”
A week later, he seals that promise with a deep kiss.
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THE END