“Tell me you love me, and I’ll promise to never let you go,” she ordered, pulling away and staring at me intently. There was something that passed her eyes… something that looked too similar to fear to let slide. I cupped her face, bumping my nose against hers. “I have and will always love you, Victoria,” I said. “I was made to belong to you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” “Truly?” she asked. “You’re not joking?” “I’ve never been more serious in my life,” I admitted. “I love you, Victoria Miller, and I would be honored if you kept me.”
