Page 38 of Beneath My Skin
“I suppose you’re going to wish for a white picket fence in the suburbs or some other garbage.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Mariella, I would never. I was born to love you.” Powerless to resist, he drew my arms around his neck and pulled me close. “And I have a feeling if I don’t say yes, you’ll still find a way to curse me.”
“Look at me,” I demanded, easing back. “No more curses. No more demons or bottles or crazy ladies hell-bent on collecting a supernatural menagerie. Which is a good name for a movie, by the way. You’re mine, Dax Parker, but only if you’ll have me.”
The kiss he gave me then was sweet and deep and managed to have my heart wheeling in my chest. “After all is said and done, I can’t believe you’d doubt my desire. It’s you and me. This is the real magic right here.” He used his finger to draw a circle in the air between us. “Whatever came before, and whatever comes next, I love you. The woman who blows up buildings and puts whiskey in my coffee and refuses to drive in the snow.”
“I did drive in the snow. I saved your ass, buddy,” I insisted. “But I will never do it again. I have you to do it for me now.”
“Whatever you wish.”
I looked at him and felt it—a burn in my body that had nothing to do with scars on my arm. It was love. Acceptance.
“I wish to be with you forever and always,” I whispered.
He took my hand and tugged me to his side. “It’s time we explored our newfound freedom, Mariella. Don’t you agree?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“Oh, and Mar?”
“Yes?”
“Consider your wish granted.”
THE END
