Page 92 of Broken Princess
Logan’s smile returned. “I don’t think it’s stupid at all, because if you thought we were already engaged, then that means the answer is yes. Right?”
I laughed and nodded wildly. “Yes! Of course!”
He stood up, slipped the ring onto my finger, and wrapped me tightly in his arms. “You brought me to life, you know,” he murmured against my ear. “Before you, I was a zombie and I didn’t even know it.”
“A damn handsome zombie, though,” I replied, smiling from ear to ear.
He smacked me on the ass again. “I’m trying to be romantic,” he growled. “Don’t ruin it.”
I pulled back and raised my brows. “What happens if I do?”
“I’ll have to punish you.”
I feigned surprise and distress. “Oh, no. Anything but that.”
“That’s it. Now you’ve done it.” Logan grinned, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed and giggled as he carried me back through to the master bedroom, where we would soon sleep as a married couple.
The thought of finally calling Logan my husband filled me with warm, delirious joy. We might’ve started out with a fake engagement, forced on both of us against our will, but there was nothing fake about the love we’d found since then.
Every touch, every kiss, every promise… it was all real.
