The door slid open and she fell forward. Jem’s body broke her fall, his arms closing around her.
“We’ve been doing drive-bys all afternoon” were the first words he said. Followed immediately by “I love you and want to marry you.” There might have been more. She wasn’t sure about anything but the feel of her man’s body against hers. Her man’s arms around her.
And then a smaller, but equally dear, version of her man was wrapping his arms around her knees. They had her in their grasp. Making her their world. As they were hers.
First, last and always.
In the room that they’d built for her.
The room where all of her dreams had just come true.
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