Page 135 of Your Soul to Keep

“Positive,” I answered firmly. “I’m yours. And when tomorrow comes? I’ll still be yours.”

Pulling me up to my toes, brow furrowed, he pressed his lips firmly to mine.

Unmoving.

Taking me in.

Imprinting his soul onto mine.

My fingers flexed into his chest.

His hands moved to the back of my head, tearing the scrunchie from my hair as he leaned back to look at me.

I hadn’t quite erased the question in his eyes, but I would.

And I would start today.

“I love you, Gabe.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he eased his strong fingers through my hair, gentle and sweet.

Under all those muscles and rivers of sexy ink, that was exactly what he was, gentle and sweet.

And mine.

His eyes welled. “I’m sorry for saying you’re a coward.”

I shook my head.

He held my face immobile between his palms and confessed, “I was the one who was scared.”

“Baby,” I breathed. “You weren’t the only one.”

His eyes searched mine. “Dylan is yours as much as she’s mine, Shae-baby. We’re going to raise her together.”

Together.

I would love that baby with all my heart for all my life.

But the man before me came first.

I smiled. “You’re letting me in?”

He nodded minutely. “My heart, my home, my life, my daughter, everything I have is yours. I trust you.”

His faith left me speechless.

Holding my gaze, he dropped his hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly raised it over my head. Next, he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my legs as far as he could without looking away.

I kicked them off and cupped my hands around his face, kissing his sweet lips while he shoved his own jeans over his hips and stepped out of them.

Backing me toward the bed, he laid me down and crawled up between my thighs. Bracing himself on his elbows, his thumbs brushing back the hair at my temples, he searched my eyes, found my entrance, and oh so slowly filled me.

“Shae.”

He said my name like a question.

“I’m here, baby.”

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