Page 87 of The Minotaur's Valentine

“Yours for life. I like the sound of that.”

Libby nods and winks as she sighs against me. “Promise me you’ll save some energy for after they leave? Tonight’s going to be special. I have a new nightie and a new job title—fianceé.”

My possessive streak is suddenly sated, but a new realization sets in. Libby is mine. She’s mine and I have to cherish her forever, for life. I have to make sure the world knows she’s mine... and I can think of a dozen different ways to prove that she belongs to me, heart, soul, and body, too.

“It’s a deal. After they go, you’re all mine, Valentine.”

Libby pats the anchor necklace she’s now wearing around her neck. “I love that. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Come on, we have to add two more plates to the table, and you have to hide that shopping bag before my mother sees what we’ve got planned for later.”

“You don’t want me to wear it under my sweatshirt?” Libby asks with a naughty smirk that makes all my blood rush south.

“You’re naughty.”

“You like it. You’re naughty, too.”

“You’re right. Very naughty.” I look at the clock. We have five minutes. Time to get one quick little lick in, right? “Wanna see how naughty?”

“Milo!” Libby laughs.

But she doesn’t say no.

That proves it. She’s the one. She’s mine, for Valentine’s Day and every day after.

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