“How do I even begin to say thank you?” I don’t mean to say it aloud, but it comes out without permission. He stops at the door staring down at me as a grin begins to grace his face. “You don’t.” He hugs me closer, leaning down to kiss my lips. “You don’t ever say thank you for getting everything you fucking deserve. You are owed beauty and magic. And, baby, you better demand it from me every goddamn day for the rest of our lives.”
