Page 157 of Stolen Kiss

He did. He would.

He probably loved me long before I loved him. But I was going to spend the rest of my life proving to him our love would last.

“Marry me,” he said, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears. “Make me the happiest man alive and marry me, baby.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” I answered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I jumped off the bed and into Jensen’s arms, and like I knew he would, he caught me and placed me on his lap.

I kissed him.

I kissed him with everything in me.

I kissed him passionately, ferociously, desperately.

And he kissed me back.

And I knew we were going to be happy… for the rest of our lives.

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