“I know,” I whispered. “I mean, you too. I love you.”
He lifted his head, gazing at me with eyes so much softer than I usually saw them—than anyone else probably ever saw them. “And I love you, Blake. You seriously don’t even know.” He reached over and fumbled with the nightstand, fishing around in the drawer until he came up with something small and glinting. “Left hand.”
I held it up between us, and Declan slipped the gold ring onto my ring finger. It had a faint pink sheen to it, some kind of rose gold, and an even fainter tracery. Something Irish. I fell in love with it instantly, and I knew I’d be driving every member of the casino’s staff nuts showing it to literally everyone, sometimes twice to make sure I hadn’t missed anyone.
“I’ll put mine on later,” Declan said. “I can’t reach it from here.”
His eyes kept flicking from the fresh mating bite on my neck to his ring on my finger, as if he couldn’t decide which he loved the most.
“I’ll put it on you myself. I may not want a choice about mine, but I want to choose for you. Can I?”
Declan leaned down and kissed me so softly, so gently, that I sank back into the bed, lightheaded with how much I loved him.
“You own me too,” he said quietly. “Always.”
I put my arms around him and drew him down to rest his head next to mine.
Always worked for me.
The End
