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Savannah

“You’re sure about this?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” I smiled, pulling my carry-on from the car. “I mean it. Why do you expect me to change my mind?”

“It’s not that I expect you to, or that I want you to. It’s a lot to ask, is all. I don’t know what I’d do if you decided you made a mistake.” He ran his hands through his hair, as he always did when he was frustrated and unsure how to explain himself.

I was already picking up on those little tics in his personality, as I was sure he’d picked up on some of mine. There were moments when I truly couldn’t remember life without him, though I’d known him for less than two weeks.

My heart knew him. It had only been waiting for him to show up.

“Listen to me, please. Before we get on this crazy jet and fly off to our crazy new life.” I left the bag on the ground, at the base of the stairs which led up into the private jet Mary had lent us for the trip.

It made the most sense, seeing as how my father might still try to track me down. I slid my arms around his waist, grinning up at him. “I want you to understand something, for once and for all.”

“What’s that?” he asked, tucking windblown hair behind my ears before clasping his hands behind my back and pulling me close.

I would never get tired of being that close to him, our bodies touching as they were just then. His heart pounding in his chest, matching the beat of mine.

“I love you, for one thing. You’re the only man I’ll ever want. I owe you my entire life—no less than the entirety of it, really. I will spend the rest of the time I have left making it up to you. I promise you that. And I would go anywhere with you. I’d live anywhere, so long as you were there. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose. “You’re good with words. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“Once or twice. Maybe.” I brushed my lips against his and couldn’t wait for us to be alone again. We’d have all the time in the world once we reached the cave. He stole another kiss, then another, and I forgot myself for a moment.

But it was only a moment. “Come on, you two,” Gate called out, his head sticking out from the open door. “We don’t have all day for you to canoodle.”

“Says the man whose hands were super glued to his mate for the first week they were together,” Miles muttered.

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