“I did. Although, there were some details about thateventthat were’na planned. Ye are devious when it comes to taunting my weaknesses. I’m afraid ye’ve become familiar wi’ yer power over me a little sooner than I had expected,” I offer her the truth with a raised brow.
She laughs aloud, and the sound of it causes a tingling inside my chest. “Power over you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. It’s the damned truth, and ye know it. You’ve had control over everything I do since I first laid eyes upon ye.”
She stops then to look up at me. “Do you mean that, Alasdair?”
“Aye.”
Her eyes soften when she replies, “I’m sorry.”
It’s my turn to laugh now, “Don’t be. Right about now, I’m feeling like I’ve been blessed by God a thousand times over.” I pause to tilt her chin up toward me and give her a tender kiss on her full lips, the urge to tell her how much I love her resting on the tip of my tongue, “Ye are perfect, Ella Stewart, and ye are mine. Please don’t ever be sorry fer that.”