“I’m keeping you.” Beth presses closer, squeezing her waist. “Forever and always?” “Forever and always and eternity and infinity,” Gwen promises, a rush of heady, desperate joy descending through her shock that makes her pull back to see Beth’s face. “For centuries, and eons, and epochs?” Beth asks, her eyes sparkling. “For every season, and year, and decade, and—” She’s halfway onto bended knee before she even thinks about it.
