I laughed loudly, ruffling his hair. “You’ve waited this long for me. I don’t think another week will kill you.”
“Fair enough. But I have one more request.”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “What now?”
“Marry me.”
The echo of his words floated through my bedroom. My vision went fuzzy. I just stared at him, not believing what I’d heard. He watched me, his expression growing increasingly amused by the second.
“I…are you…”
He kissed me so lovingly and gently that I turned into a useless pile of almond scented goo.
“Marry me, Lia.”
I traced my thumb over his bruised eye and lip. “You know I can’t ever say ‘no’ to you, Holden.”