all my happiness is going to be ripped out of my hands. "If I give you my heart," I whisper, "Do you promise never to let it get hurt?" He nods, leaning in close. His horns are flushed at the base and his eyes are full of heat, his breath slow. His lips part as he moves ever so slightly closer to me, and then leans in and breathes in my scent. "Never," he tells me. "Never will I let anyone hurt your heart." "Then let's do it," I whisper, my body full of aching need. "Let's get married."
