Page 100 of A Forced Marriage
"Let's do it. Let's see the world." She threaded her fingers through mine. "And then let's come home and make beautiful babies with your smoldering eyes and my perfect ass."
A laugh burst from my lungs. "Sounds like a solid plan."
She smiled against my lips as I kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring all the love and fear and hope I felt into that single point of contact. When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, she rested her forehead against mine.
"You should sleep now," she whispered. "I'll be right here when you wake up. I promise."
For the first time in two weeks, I felt the iron grip of fear loosen slightly around my heart. I lay back down, pulling Cecelia with me until her head rested on my chest and her body curled perfectly against mine. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent that had become home to me.
"I love you," I murmured, the words inadequate for the depth of what I felt but all I had to offer.
"I love you too," she replied, pressing a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. "Now close your eyes, de Luca."
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I did.
