Page 115 of Between Love & Ruin

And then I think about him standing here, willing to let me choose.

So I nod, knowing I gave in the second I saw him.

I never stood a chance against him ever, did I?

“Okay.”

His arms tighten around me. His eyes shining bright with hope.

“Okay?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I love you.” He whispers the words to me.

I smile, a teasing smile. “I know.”

He gives me a look. One full of fake heartbreak.

“That’s all I get?”

I shake my head.

“No.” I wrap my arms around him, tighter this time.

“I love you too.”

And for the first time since I left, going home doesn’t feel like giving up control.

It feels like making a choice.

My choice.

My home.

“I love you, Mr. Wolfe.”

He licks my lips before pressing a tantalizing kiss.

“I love you more, soon-to-be Mrs. Wolfe.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

It’s the night of the premiere. I stare at my hand intertwined with Dominic’s as he drives us to the special movie screening, and I feel the anxiety coiling in my stomach loosen.

I can’t believe it’s been one year since we met, since we worked on this project.

And that we fell in love.

The memory of that day when he followed me all the way to Chicago still burns bright in my mind. He promised that he will never make me regret choosing him.

And if you know Dominic Wolfe, you know he never breaks his promises.

“Nervous?” he asks, reading me clearly like an open book.

“Slightly,” I answer truthfully. He looks so handsome today. In his crisp white shirt and that coat he still hasn’t worn. Plus, he wears those fuck-me-glasses.