He squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his forehead to hers. ‘Thee mou. You wreck me, Arabella. I love you.’
When they reached the chalet, he dragged her inside, then sealed his lips to hers in a fervent reminder of what had brought them together and what was in store for them.
Finally letting go of the fear and letting joy in, she closed the gap between them and slid her arms around his neck. ‘I love you, too. Oh, and don’t bother getting yourself fixed. I plan on wrecking you every day for as long as we both live.’