Page 135 of Forever the Highlands
“Because I don’t want to wait to call you my wife.”
“Then don’t.” I tugged on his shirt with a sexy smirk before taking him by the hand to lead him upstairs. “Marriage is just a piece of paper, after all.”
“I like the way you think, Eilidh Moray.”
A delicious shiver skated down my spine. “Then come, husband. Make love to your wife.” My sudden squeals of laughter could be heard through the house as Fyfe lunged, chasing me upstairs to our bedroom.
Hours later, replete and so blissed out with happiness I couldn’t speak, I lay in my husband-to-be’s arms and considered how different life was now. How just a few short years ago, I’d felt so lost, wandering the world without an anchor.
Because it was here. With Fyfe. In the Highlands.
Waiting for me to find him. To find myself.
To find our forever together.
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