She barely lets me finish as her hands find my face and pull me into a kiss. “Yes. It’s always been a yes from me,” she mumbles across my lips. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she practically tackles me back onto the bed. “I thought the first ring was romantic, but asking me to stay with you . . .” A soft smile brightens her face as her fingers graze along my hairline. “You would’ve had to find a way to get rid of me, because I was never going anywhere. Even when I was pissed off at you, I was already stupidly in love with you.”
