“I really did lose my heart that day. I wasn’t just saying that last night or trying to impress your mom.” A tiny smile, and Shea swallowed hard and tightened his thighs around my waist. “I’m sorry it took my brain so long to catch up.” “Put it on me?” The bracelet was a perfect fit, two gold snaps closing the leather snug against his skin. I brushed the engraving, threaded our fingers together. “Every day since, Shea, I’ve been yours.” And I’ll be yours, as long as you want me.
