“Like a brand on my heart.” I tell him.
He chuckles, “Exactly. You branded yourself deep inside my heart, no matter how hard I tried to get your mark out, it never worked. I think on some level. I didn’t want it to.
I know what he means. “Me too.”
“I love you.” The words are simple and plain, and I realize that it’s the first time he has ever said them to me.
I giggle, a bubble of happiness, bursting out of me. “I love you too Jackson Lockewood, I have since I first saw you.
He kisses me. “I love you,” He says again, later. “I want to make it up to you Olivia. Everything. Will you let me?”
I’ll let him do whatever he wants. “What did you have in mind?”
“How about the rest of my life?” he asks, “Every day to show that you’ll never be alone as long as I’m alive?”
Is he asking what I think he’s asking? “Jackson…” I start hesitantly.
He drops down on one knee before I have a chance to ask my question. “I got this on my way here because I was determined that no matter what happened, I wouldn’t let you leave me again.” He pauses, “You don’t have to say yes right now.”
“Yes.” I interrupt, throwing my arms around his neck, not caring is I seem too eager… too happy, because that’s exactly what I am. “Yes, Jackson, I’ll marry you.”
He expels a breath, his face breaking into a happy smile. He gets up, lifting me up along with him, and when he kisses me, I give myself up to him, because I’ve always… always belonged to him, only to him.
The End