“I don’t deserve you, my brave, pretty girl.” He presses kisses to my temple, my cheek, and something feels like it bursts inside me with warmth. “But I’ll always try to. I promise that.” “I promise to be honest with you. And to get angry at you when I need to.” “That’s my girl.” He kisses me slowly, sweetly. Heat runs through my veins and drowns out the sound of the storm raging around us. I lift my lips from his and press a finger to them when he tries to close the distance again. “But Calloway, you still have to propose.” Beneath my finger, his mouth spreads into a wide grin. “Oh, I will.”
