He catches my hand and kisses my ring finger. “Say yes, Aspen.” “This is a knee-jerk reaction to almost dying,” I reply. “You don’t—” “I’ve never been more sure of anything. You know you’re my soulmate. Deep down, we’re the perfect fit—and nothing is going to change that.” He presses another kiss to my ring finger. “See your future with me—then reach out and take it.” All that I was going to say, to protest, dies away. Really. Why should I deny myself this? “Yes,” I whisper.
