“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me, after all?” I poke. “Oh, baby. Not even after death.” I smile because I know he means every word. “Good, because guess what?” “What?” I lean over and whisper, “I’m yours.” His nostrils flare and a muscle clenches in his jaw. “Repeat that.” “I’m yours, Killian. I think I’ve been yours since we first met.”
