love you,” I pant. “I love you so fucking much.” He catches me around the waist. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” I smile up at him, tears clouding my vision. Noah was never the prince in my story. Ours was never a fairytale, but fairytales are boring. Maybe our once upon a time was dark and dirty and raw, but it was ours. It led us here, and I can honestly say, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. “I’m yours.”
