He grins against my palm, taking my hand in his, turning it over and kissing the back of my knuckles.
“So, still a yes after the speech?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I say quickly, grabbing his shirt front and pulling him closer. “Thank you.”
Mateo cups my face, his lips brushing over mine. “For what?”
“For loving me. For not giving up on me. For forcing me to let you help, even when I was a pain in the ass.”
His eyes hold mine. “You’re welcome. I’ll love you always and twice as hard when you’re a pain in the ass.”
Mateo kisses me, pulling my lip between his, and I almost can’t believe how lucky I am. This man. He knows me almost better than I know myself, cherishes me like no one ever has, and would, quite literally, put his life on the line for me time and time again. This man loves me. And I love him back so much it hurts. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, but I do know one thing. This is going to be a really,reallygood life.
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