“Right, that’s why you believing makes me believe,” she said, again with that soft, sweet, gorgeous voice. A princess voice. His princess’s voice.
“That’s why,” he confirmed.
Wet leaked out of her other eye where he didn’t have a thumb to catch it. Seeing as he didn’t want to take his arm from around her, he had no choice but to sweep it away with his lips.
This he did.
She slid her arms around his middle and held tight.
Since he was there, he dropped his forehead to hers.
She took in a deep breath that hitched.
He just stayed close.
She got it together.
He pulled away a couple of inches but only to look toward the kitchen.
He did a quick inventory and looked back.
“An entire bottle of French dressing?” he asked.
“Trust me,” she answered.
“Boxed mac ‘n’ cheese?” he went on.
“Trust me.”
“What is taco extravaganza?” he asked dubiously.
And then it happened. A moment he knew he’d never forget. Not in his life.
She gave it to him.
Open and out there and once it was, for the first time, it didn’t fade away.
She smiled as she repeated, “Sweetheart, trust me.”
Oh yeah.
Fuck yes.
She owned him.
He’d never been owned.
Not even by Hettie.
But he was hers. All hers.
Olivia’s.
He knew it in that instant because he also knew in that instant he’d do anything, absolutely anything, beg, borrow, steal, kill, crawl, lie, cheat, die, eat taco extravaganza…
All just for her smile.
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