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I roam her face, trying to decipher what she’s ready to hear. I’m going to do whatever I can for her. I’ll give her the world if she’ll give me her heart.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how to stop loving you, Quinn. I don’t know how to make my heart not beat for you. You’re the only man I want in my life, and I can’t bear the thought of not being with you. So, I’m asking you what happens after you stay.”
I want to grow old with her. I want to give her the life she wants.
“Then I plan to marry you and live the rest of my life beside you.”
She’s taken aback, but her hand moves to cup my cheek as tears well in her eyes. “I have loved you with everything that I am, and I hoped it would be enough to get you back.”
“It was more than enough, Ashton. It was everything.”
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My heart is racing, and I swear I could take flight. He’s staying, and I didn’t even have to beg him. Quinn is choosing me and us and there’s nothing in this world I won’t do to hold on to it.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you the world or bring back what we had before.” Quinn wipes away the tear that falls.
“I don’t want that past.”
“What do you want?”
“Us.”
Quinn’s eyes close as he leans forward, resting his forehead against mine. “I’ve only ever wanted you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”
“Then just love me.”
He lifts his head, his blue eyes staring into mine. “I’ll love you forever.”
If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up. I’d like to stay in this place, dancing around the joy that is building in my heart. The constant throb that I usually battle is gone. All that I feel is hope and happiness.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
He doesn’t make me wait, and his mouth is soft and sensual as he kisses me. This isn’t like the one we shared the other day—it’s not demanding or forceful. Quinn kisses me as though he has all the time in the world to do so.
And then I realize he does.
We aren’t on a timer that’s ticking down. Our ground, which was once shaky, is getting fewer aftershocks.
He’s going to stay.
My fingers lace in his hair, holding him as I taste his lips. Our tongues dance together, and I pour myself into this moment.
After a minute, I realize we’re standing in my parent’s kitchen, and if Daddy needs water, Quinn is going to need a hospital.
I pull away, my hand on his chest as I struggle to catch my breath. “We can’t do this here.”
He grins, his eyes full of mischief as he kisses my nose. Then he squats down and pulls me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his hips, and I hold on.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Taking you to bed.”
“I like the idea of that, but you can’t.”
