He laid his cheek on the top of my head. “Tate, you’re mine, and I’m yours. Every day you’re going to realize that more and more. When you believe it without a doubt, then I’ll have earned your trust.” “I am yours. I just . . . wasn’t sure if you were really mine.” “Then I’ll make you sure.” He kissed my hair, and his body started shaking with laughter. “You’re laughing right now?” I looked up at him, confused. “Well, I was kind of worried about my anger issues, but now I’m kind of worried about yours. You like to hit people.” His perfect mouth grinned with pride.
