Page 117 of Show Me You Remember
“Not yet,” I declare roughly. “I’m not asking you to marry me in bed while you have dried pumpkin pie filling on the corner of your lips.”
Her laugh flies from her, sounding more like a snort than anything else. “Jesus. Lick it off or something, then.”
“No.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
I use my thumb to wipe away the crusted orange filling and then slip it into my mouth, sucking it off and hiding my cringe at the taste. “I just wanted to know if I could expect to call you my wife someday, hellcat.”
“Mmm, and now you have your answer.”
“I do.”
“What now?”
“Now . . .” I trail off, guiding her mouth to mine. “I keep you.”
She slides down to her original place on my middle. “It’s that simple?”
“It’ll never be simple with us, but that’s not going to stop me from doing it anyway.”
Her wicked little grin is answer enough. Yeah, it might not be easy, but it never was.
We’re chaos, and together, we’re crazy enough to handle whatever comes next.
