“Are you offering what I think you are?” His gaze ran up and down my body, searing it and branding it as his with just a look. I swallowed and then licked my lips, knowing deep down that I was his at the end of the day, that Bastian—that no man—could tie himself to me like Rome could. He’d been there for me since the beginning, and so I would be there for him until the end. “Yes.”
