The dimple in his right cheek appeared, and he dipped his head, kissing just above my brow and then lower, over the scar. “Princess?” My lips curved up. What had started as a nickname had become a reality. “Yes?” His mouth moved over mine. “I love you.” The smile on my face grew as my heart did a little skip in my chest. “I love you.” He made that rough, rumbling sound. “I will never get tired of hearing that. Say it over and over, a hundred thousand times, and it will feel like I’m hearing it for the first time.”
