“And yet, you love me.” He strokes my hair, staring into my eyes.
“I love you,” I repeat. “So much.”
“I probably love you more though,” Wes says with a grin. I’ve never seen him like this. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him truly happy before. Ilovebeing the reason for that smile.
“We’ll see…” I squint at him.
“Just give me fifty, maybe sixty years to prove it.” Wes lifts my chin with his finger.
Warmth curls in my belly. “That seems reasonable.”
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