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“How was that?” I ask, eager to know her initial reactions.

Her voice is soft and quiet when she responds. “It was great. How did I do?”

I laugh, pressing my lips to her hair. “You were perfect, baby girl. Would you like to do that again? Let me have my way with you?”

“Yes,” she replies sweetly.

“I spoke to Eden today,” I say. “Tomorrow, we could try what you want with her.”

Her head turns as her eyes find my face. “Tomorrow?”

“If you want,” I reply.

She doesn’t respond, and I sense her hesitation. When she does speak, it’s not what I expect.

“Ronan,” she whispers, her hot cheek pressed against my chest, “I have to tell you something.”

The moment grows silent and heavy as I wait, but I know what she’s going to say. I can practically feel the words on her lips, but I can’t stand the idea of her voicing them before I have the chance to. So before she can utter a word, I quickly blurt out, “I love you, Daisy.”

She tenses in my arms, the movement of her throat as she swallows pressed against my skin.

Then she rises and looks into my eyes, tears welling between her thick lashes. Her lips part and I wait for her to speak, but I know that if she doesn’t return the sentiment, that’s okay. I don’t love her to get love in return. Just feeling it is enough. Breathing life into the emotion coursing through my veins.

But when she blinks and a single tear spills over, sliding down her cheek and onto my arm, I quickly wipe it away.

“I love you too,” she whispers with my thumb against her cheek.

The next words slip through my lips without hesitation. It's an impulse, and my rational brain knows that aftercare isnotthe time to be making emotional commitments, but I can’t help it. It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it, but it is the first time I’ve had the guts to speak the words out loud.

“Marry me.”

Those two words land like thunder, heavy and shocking, even to me. But I don’t regret them. Not at all. Instead, relief washes over me for finally having the courage to love again.

“What?” Her eyes are wide as saucers and her breath is coming out in a shaky quiver.

“I know it sounds crazy, baby girl. And maybe it is. But I want to take care of you. And I want you to be taken care of for the rest of your life. When I’m gone, you’ll never want for a single thing.”

“I’ll want you,” she replies softly and without hesitation, another tear spilling over. “Ronan, I don’t care about the money or any of that.”

“Is that a no?” I say, forcing in a chest full of air. It feels as if I can barely breathe at all.

She opens her mouth to respond to my question, but pauses, and I’m staring at her in desperate anticipation.

“I…” She’s torn, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in that perfect head of hers. I can read every single one on her face. “Are you asking me because you want me to be taken care of financially?”

“I’m asking because I love you. Daisy, you brought the color back into my life. You with all of your poetry and music and happiness. I know I should meet your family and buy you a ring. I know this is all happening so fast, but I love you like fucking crazy. And I want to marry you.”

Another tear falls over her flushed cheek. “Yes,” she stammers with a small laugh. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I gather her up in my arms, kissing her as she clings to my body like we’re fused together. She lets out a squeal of excitement, and I feel the warmth of that energy surge through me like lightning.

I think somewhere in the last twenty years, I gave up on having a real life. I let go of the idea of being this happy again, experiencing the best days of my life. Daisy gave me something I thought I’d lost.

The next moment we look at each other, that feeling of excitement surges again. I can’t remember ever being this elated and excited for my own future.

As Daisy and I dress and head out of the club together, every step is fueled with a newfound vigor. When we get home, I shower with her, washing her body with delicate precision. Then I feed her in the kitchen, savoring every moment.

My life could be like this every day. That would be heaven.

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