“Blakely,” I sigh. “What don’t you understand?” I grip her chin and hold her steady so her eyes are forced to look into mine. “When I said I found what I wanted, I mean it. I’m just waiting for you to catch up to the feelings I have for you. If you want to make that second bedroom an office, I’ll fucking help you pick out wallpaper. If you want to set up a dresser in our bedroom and move your clothes in there, tell me how I can help and what dresser you want. You’re it for me. I’m sold. So whatever you want, you can have it.”
