“You seem stressed.” He observes.
“Well, someone has made me late,” I tell him, crossing the room to take the necklace, only when I try, he lifts it out of my reach.
“But not stressed about tomorrow?” He arches a brow.
“About the wedding, maybe a little. About marrying you, never. I’ve waited nearly my whole life to be Mrs. Penn Kade.” I smile.
He cups my face with his free hand, and I find myself unable to resist leaning into the touch.
“I’m going to spend every single minute of every day proving to you just how much I love you,” he promises.
“You already do.” I feel the need to point out, because he does.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” I press up, kissing his jaw. “And I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“I can’t wait to have you naked beneath me in our honeymoon suite.” He lifts his brows.
“Men.” I huff with a playful eye roll, even though I’m looking forward to that part just as much as he is.
“But first, I can’t wait to tie myself to you in every way humanly possible. You are my life, LV. You always have been. ’Bout time the whole world knows it too.”
It’s impossible to wrap my head around the fact that I almost let this man go forever. Once when I left for New York, and again when I found out about Cat being pregnant. But somehow, someway, we overcame every obstacle thrown in our way and surfaced on the other side stronger than ever.
Speaking of Cat, she had the baby, a little girl. She totes her around town like a trophy, though she’s very tight-lipped about who the father is. I think she wants people to believe it’s Penn’s baby. It bothered me at first, but I’ve grown to accept that itdoesn’t matter what people think. Penn is mine and nothing is ever going to change that.
“Keep talking like that and I’m never going to leave,” I warn.
“Then my plan is working.” He gives me a cheeky grin and, once again, I’m taken by just how handsome he is.
Mine, my brain screams.
Mine...
“Keep looking at me like that, London, and I might notletyou leave.” His nostrils flare.
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like you want to devour me whole.”
“Maybe because I do,” I unapologetically say. “Maybe I—”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Freaking Josie and her impeccable timing.
“On second thought.” I pout.
“You’re sure you have to go?”
“Don’t worry, after tomorrow, I’m all yours,” I tell him, backing away.
“Forever?”
“Forever,” I confirm, quickly grabbing my bag off the floor before heading toward the living room, knowing if I don’t answer the door right now, I may never.
“Took you long enough.” Is the first thing out of Josie’s mouth when I tug the door open. She gets one look at me and something wicked flashes behind her eyes. “Couldn’t wait until tomorrow, I see.”
