Page 104 of His Wild Seduction

He took my left hand and lifted it to his lips. His brows furrowed as he looked at it closely.

“What is this?” he asked, holding my hand up and sliding my ruby ring up to my knuckle.

I froze.

I knew what he was looking at, and suddenly, I felt a little silly.

Around my finger was a single pink line with a small bow on the inside of my digit. Pink curly ribbon. I’d had it tattooed years ago.

It was exactly the same as the pink curly ribbon Josef had once tied around my finger as a promise to me. Just a silly thing people did when they were young and in love.

He must have remembered because his whiskey colored eyes flashed to mine, and I saw it there in his gaze.

“Why, Baby? Why did you do this?”

“So I would never forget,” I whispered, and two fat drops rolled down my cheeks.

“I’m gonna make it up to you, Meredith. I promise.”

“You already have,” I said, and my heart never felt so full.

“I love you,” Josef said and pressed his lips together like he was trying to contain his emotions.

He slid the band back into place and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into his arms.

We kissed for what felt like hours then. Unrushed and unbound by lies or secrets.

He knew everything now.

And I knew how he really felt.

I felt close to him, and my wounds while raw, were finally starting to heal. I felt safe and loved, and in loving him, I felt like I had a real chance at happiness.

Finally.

“We can make it up to each other. We have a lifetime, Husband. We can heal together now,” I said, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him softly.

“I love you, Wife. You brought color back into the world for me, and warmth into my heart,” he whispered.

God, he felt big. So big. I held him tight, telling him how I felt without fear.

“I love you so much, Josef. My first. My last. My forever.”

His chest rumbled with his hum, and I grinned, holding on as tight as I could.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

JOSEF

Isat on the private jet, staring at my phone and the last text Meredith had sent me. It was a picture.

Of her.

My sexy, sweet, gorgeous wife.

She’d been laying down on our bed, her red hair billowing out behind her like a crimson pirate sail on a sea of dusky rose-colored silk when I took the photo.

After our Vegas wedding, I had the cleaning service replace all the sheets with different shades of pink.

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