Our Ride To Forever (Honeywood Book 3)

We pass through the double doors to a church adorned in all white. I walk slowly. Not because it’s demure, but because if I trip and bleed over all this beautiful white decor, I think Jolene might pop out of the corner, knife in hand, to finish the job.

Orson’s hotness level exploded through the roof the second he put that ring on for the first time. There’s something about a man with a wedding ring. No, something about my man with a wedding ring.

“I want it all with you,” he says. “Marriage. Partnership. Whatever you want to call it, I want it with you.”
“I want forever with you,” I say.
He smiles. “Forever.”