“There was no fighting me, Valentine. You’re mine. There is nothing you could have done to make that not true.” Her jaw muscles move as she swallows. “Tell me.” “I’m yours.” I pull in a deep inhale through my nose, filling my lungs. I was looking for I understand, but I’m yours is so much better. “Say that again,” I demand. She stares me in the eyes and tells me, “I’m yours.”
