I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, longing unlike anything I’ve ever felt rushing through me. “If I asked you to play truth or dare with me again, would you?” Surprise flickers through her eyes, and for a split second I’m certain she’ll decline my request. But then she sighs and nods. “Truth,” she whispers. “Would you prefer to get married in my brother’s rose garden, or my grandmother’s ballroom?” Her eyes widen, and she searches my face. “What is your preference?” “Whatever will make you happiest.” She inhales shakily, her gorgeous brown eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “The rose
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