11
“I thought it would hurt.”
Devon’s voice was drowsy, muffled against Lucas’s broad shoulder. It took several moments for her sleepy words to penetrate. Then he shifted slightly so he could peer down at her wondering face. “Did it?”
“Mmm mmmm.” A slow smile curved her lips, and her eyes glowed. “It was wonderful!”
His long arm tightened around her slender waist. “I’m glad. I wanted it to be perfect for you.”
Crushed rose petals were tangled in her hair. Gently he worked them free, and savored their sweet scent.
“Was it for you?”
He considered her hesitant question for several long moments. Then he slowly nodded. “After all this time, I’d almost given up hope it ever could be.”
Because when it’s finally perfect, you’re really saying ‘I love you.’
The words were on the tip of his
