“Mi amor, mi cariño, mi cielo,” I whispered against her neck between soft kisses. “I love you.” “I love you,” she whispered back. And in the quiet dark of that hotel room, I silently promised to never hurt her again, to never put her second to anything, to never let her push me away even when her defensive instinct told her to. I promised to do everything in my power to always make her stay, even when things got rough. Mary Silver was finally mine. It was the sweetest win of my life.
