“Do you think Lucia heard us?” I pant.
“After an entire morning of chasing the ducklings, she’ll be sleeping for at least another hour. Don’t worry. We have time for another round.” He spoons my body with his and kisses me. “But I have to ask you something first.”
“What?” I mumble into his lips.
“Will you marry me?”
I lean back and arch an eyebrow. “We’re already married.”
“I’m pretty sure that our ceremony wasn’t technically official.”
“I thought you didn’t care about papers and words.”
“I thought so, too.” He takes my chin between his fingers. There’s so much tenderness in his gaze as it connects with mine. “But I can’t handle the idea of you not being mine in every possible way. Legal mumbo jumbo included. So, will you? Marry me? Again?”
I laugh. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pulls me in f
