“I know I have so much more to learn about you, so please, take me to school, Miss Prewitt, because I want to learn. I want to do it every day by your side. I want to learn your soul.” He places his hand over my heart. “Your mind.” He moves his hand to cup my face. “And every inch of your body.” He kisses me and mumbles, “There’s no one else for me, Esme. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. Believe me when I tell you that. And I think you feel it, too. Heck, I’ll even take your last name as you suggested on that painting of yours.”
