If Frisco’s reaction is any indication, he thinks so, too. “You’re incredible,” he rasps, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine. “I meant what I said back there. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“Right back at you, Frisco Arrington,” I reply, and mean every word. Then there, in the shadow of the hidden nook, Frisco kisses me passionately again, and this time there are no cheering crowds or cooing relatives to interrupt us. I allow him to consume me, and in that moment, nothing else matters. Whatever the future holds, it will be a bright one with this gorgeous man at my side.
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THE END