“I could never imagine this,” I say. “Not in my wildest dreams could I imagine what life with you would be like.” He cups the side of my face, his gaze moving to my lips. “It gets to be like this; for the rest of our lives, we get to have this: the sweet moments, the confessions, the laughter, the magic—we get to have it all.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “Cherub, you’re every wish of mine.”
