Mine, mine, mine.
And I'm hers.
I collapse on top of her, sweaty and spent, our harsh breaths mingling. Before she complains, I massage her left calf, trying to head off the cramp before it happens.
It's always that leg. No idea why. It's kind of cute that it happens to her when she comes so hard.
She runs her fingers through my hair, a soothing caress.
My eyes search hers. I need the reassurance. Need to know she's not going to run.
"I love you." Raw. Honest. Stripped bare. I have nothing to hide from this woman, this seductress with an angel's halo.
I fell for her in so many ways before I realized. She's my everything.
Her lips curve, soft and sweet. "I love you, too."
Four words I'll never tire of hearing. My heart expands, making room for her. For us. For this.
"One year." I brush a kiss to her lips. Her cheek. Her temple. "I'll make it the best damn year of your life. You're never going to want it to end. You'll be begging me to propose."
"I'm counting on it." Her eyes sparkle. Mirth and mischief and love.
So much fucking love.
My arms tighten around her, anchoring her to me. Anchoring me to her.
She's mine. And I'm hers. In this life. The next.
Always.
