Shattered (The Protectors 11)

“Anything,” Caleb said softly, and I knew he meant it.

He would do anything for me.

Just like I’d do anything for him.

“Whatever you do, don’t let me cook in front of her. I’d never be able to live down setting Martha Stewart on fire.”

Caleb laughed and leaned into me. “Okay, deal. As long as you don’t tell her that Sno Balls are the best dessert in the world.”

“Deal. Those will be included in your punishment, by the way.”

Caleb’s pretty eyes held mine as he whispered, “Promise?”

I knew what he was asking. He wanted so much more than just the promise of a fun night in bed. He wanted a lifetime of promises.

I kissed his temple. “Promise,” I whispered.

And as we stepped off the curb and made our way to meet my idol, I knew that I would gladly spend the rest of my life keeping the promises I made Caleb.

Just like I knew he’d do the same for me.

Always.

The End