She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled in a long breath. Then, “I’ve loved you for a long, long time and in a lot of different ways too. And I think”—she ran her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and clasped her fingers at the back of my neck as she gave me a small, devious smile—“I think it’s a fantastic thing that I had the foresight to make you promise to marry me.”
