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“Go ahead. Call HR. I’d love to see how that goes. Go ahead and tell them Mrs. Devereaux, your wife, is harassing you.”
“Tell me you’ll be mine for as long as we’re married, Alyssa. Promise me you’ll be mine like I am yours.”
“You’re mine, Alyssa, and I’m done playing games. I’m done stepping aside and trying to do the right thing. You’re mine.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Alyssa. Officially from now on. No more games. No more blurred lines. No more flirting with other people and making each other jealous. No more guessing and no more miscommunication. I want you, heart and soul. Tell me you want that too.”
“You’re the only girl I’ve ever taken to the ballet and the only one I’ve ever sat and watched movies with on my sofa. You’re also the only girl I’ve ever cooked for and the only one to have entered my apartment. It’s a sacred space to me, and I’ve only ever shared it with you, your dad, and my family. You might not have had my every first, but you’ll have all my lasts. You’ll be the last girl I’ll ever sleep with. The last one I’ll ever take on dates and the last one I’ll ever kiss.”
“I need to put a ring on you, Wifey,” he says. “A tiny little collar for your finger. I’m sick and tired of men hanging around you, coveting what is mine.”
“Finally,” he whispers. “Finally, you’re truly mine. I love you to the moon and back, Alyssa Devereaux.” I giggle against his lips and rise to my tiptoes to kiss him again. “I love you too, husband dearest.”