“How about five rounds?”
He grins. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I will have those rounds as soon as we go back, trésor.”
“No. You don’t get the rounds if you make me do this.”
“What if I change your mind?”
“You can’t change my mind.”
“If you like this, if you let go and scream, then I will get my rounds.”
I poke his side. “So now they’re your rounds?”
“They always were.” He winks, and I can’t help but smile.
Ronan will be Ronan. He’s addicted to adrenaline and fun. Although we’re both moving on from the trauma of our pasts, Ronan has never changed into a grim person.
He’s still the heart of the party and the one people gravitate towards. I’m one of those people, but the difference is that he somehow gravitates towards me, too.
He somehow can’t fall asleep unless I’m by his side, holding him close. He somehow only searches for me.
He’s somehow mine.
My husband. My world.
He’s everything I could’ve asked for and more. I might be addicted to him. The thought of waking up to find him gone gives me nightmares.
So whatever. I don’t care if it’s bungee jumping or literal jumping. I’d go anywhere with this man.
Hell included.
I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on to him because he’s the only anchor I’ve ever needed in my life.
“That’s my woman.” He leans his head down and captures my mouth in a kiss.
I get lost in the softness of his lips, in the way his entire body angles towards me. My eyes close as I soak in the overwhelming sensation. The way Ronan kisses is like he’s saying without words that he can’t get enough of me as much as I can’t get enough of him.
His lips slowly leave mine and I open my eyes to stare at his dark ones.
“Why do I love you so much, Ronan?” I sigh.
His grin is to die for. It’s so bright and happy and I want to keep it that way for a lifetime. He holds me to him by the waist. “Because I won you over, belle.”
And then we jump. Arms around each other, hearts beating loudly against one another.
And in the air, when we’re both falling and gazing into each other’s eyes, a sense of freedom hits me in the bones.
The freedom of being with this man until death do us part.
15
Silver
I moan as the soft sea breeze hits my body.