“You love me?” he asks. My eyes cross trying to hold eye contact, and I nod. “You’re in love with me?” Another nod. “You want me to put my ring on your finger?” “And your babies in my belly…if your boys are able to handle it after my electrocution,” I add cheekily, because he still won’t kiss me. “Fucking hell, Tink.” There it is. “Kiss me, Hook.”
