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If these dining room walls could talk, I bet they’d beg Alberto Visconti to shut up.
“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”
my first thought was her. I’d smiled to myself,
“If you think I’m anything but crazy about you, Rory, then you’re fucking insane.”
immediately, I open my hand and slide hers inside.
“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”
“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”
“You guess?” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He grips my chin. Runs a soft line over my bottom lip. “I know. I’ve always fucking known.”
I nod, slowly taking it all in. “But you hate Devil’s Dip.” His eyes harden on the windshield. “But I don’t hate you.”
“If I kiss you, it means I’m not sure if I’ll make it back to you.” He nips on my bottom lip, provoking a pathetic moan from me. “And I’m very fucking sure I’ll make it back, Magpie.”
But it led me to Rory, and I like to think my mom had something to do with that.
“Shut up, Rory. He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”
“Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “Can’t stop fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.” He nips my lower lip in mild frustration, and his fingers dig deep into the back of my thighs as he slides me up to his groin. “If you want to be mine, I’ll make you that happy, Rory.”
tilting my face to him. “I love you too, baby.” He kisses me, desperate
I press my forehead against it and smile, my heart full of her. Over the last month, that girl has managed to fill every inch of my soul, my mind, and my home.
I know war is coming, but with her, all I know is peace.
I didn’t ask her to marry me, I fucking begged, and then let her choose her own ring.
