“I’m so proud of you,” I said, pulling the cap out of her hair, setting it and the bobby pins down on the table. “I love you,” she said with a sigh, a happy, contented one. “I’m so glad I have you,” I murmured against her lips as I placed a kiss there. “I’m yours,” Noelle cupped my cheek with her palm. “And you’re mine.” “Forever.” “Forever is a very long time, you know,” Noelle said, looking a little devious. “What if you change your mind?” “I won’t,” I about growled.
