“Of course I’m saying yes, goofball. I would love to move in with you, but I do disagree with you about one thing.”
“What would that be might I ask?” he added.
“I think it would make you the luckiest man on earth if I moved in here,” I countered back.
“I believe you may be right,” he acknowledged. Galen took my lips and caressed them with his own, all loving and possessive … claiming.
“You’re mine,” he said with complete conviction. The husky tone of his voice and the possessive look in his eyes said that he’d never let me go, even without him saying the words. I didn’t want him to. “You will always be mine.”
“Yes, I will,” I promised whole-heartedly. The rays from the morning sun began to peep through the blinds making me squint from the brightness. It was going to be another beautif
