“Now, I know what you’re thinking.” He shifts me up onto the edge of the counter, hand slipping from my jaw down to the base of my throat where he grips me gently. “But one look is all it took to know you had to be mine. I don’t deserve you now, but I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making up for that, and when I die, I’ll be a worthy man.” He tilts my head back, mouth hovering a breath from mine. “Tell me I can have you, gorgeous. Because it’s you or no one.”
