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His worry melted away, and a smile stretched his lips. “I’m in love with you too.Aeternum, Brynlee.” His forehead met mine, and he brushed a kiss to my lips.

Bash didn’t expect me to say the word back, or to seal the bond. He would wait as long as I asked him to.

But what was I waiting for? Would I really be any more sure of him tomorrow, or the next week, than I already was?

I didn’t think so.

It wasn’t like sealing the bond would put an end to our attraction. We would want each othermorewhen we were relying on each other for lust.

Or at least, I would want him more. Theoretically. I didn’t think it would be possible for him to want me more than he already did.

“Aeternum, Bash,” I whispered against his lips.

His body stilled.

A wave of pain rolled over me—and heat, with it.

Bash’s arms went around my waist, holding me upright as dizziness clouded my mind. My forehead landed on his shoulder, and I held on to him as my body trembled.

“The pasta’s going to stick,” I mumbled against his skin.

“I don’t give a damn about the pasta, baby. You’re never getting away from me now. Let me hold you up until you’re feeling better; I’m sure the change is intense.” His grip on me was firm.

Possessive.

He was mine.

And I really was his. Just one word had been enough to tie us together, permanently.

Well, two words.

“Okay,” I said.

He was my mate. If he wanted to hold me while our dinner went to shit, he could hold me. There would be more dinners.

So many more dinners.

And my family—well, my brothers were going to be pissed. But they wouldn’t drag me to their prison, and we couldn’t be away from each other without causing insanity, so there was nothing they could do about it.

Except possibly hurt Bash.

…We would cross that road when we got there. Hopefully, with my mate’s brothers as backup.

The dizziness and shakiness faded after a few minutes, and I finally lifted my head off Bash’s shoulder.

“I’m okay,” I said. “You can let go.”

“I’m not ready yet.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. “The pasta is going to bereallybad.”

“There’s a taco shop in town that’s open twenty-four hours. It’ll only take a few minutes to get there.” He turned the stove off and lifted me from the counter, carrying me out to the Hummer. Hegrabbed a blanket on the way, and wrapped it around me as he held me to his chest.

“I have legs.”

“I know. I want them in my hands, along with the rest of you.” He squeezed my thigh and ass where he was holding me, but reluctantly set me down when we reached the vehicle.

I’d never imagined a future for myself that involved eating tacos at 2:30 in the morning with my demon soulmate, but honestly, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

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