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“You’re mine,” he repeated, his tone serious. “I think I… I think I want you to bemine. Even when we’re out of this lodge. Out of this snowed in situation. I want…”

Jacob stopped himself for a moment as he closed his eyes. “Fuck, Leo. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never even asked anyone this before. But I… I just want you to be mine. When I think about someone else fucking you, it drives me insane. But when I think about someone else getting to kiss you, getting you to smile for them and only them… it feels so much worse.”

“If you wanted me to be yours, why didn’t you say something sooner?” I pressed. “Maybe when I was freaking out about you not wanting me?—”

“Wanting you isn’t the problem, Leo,” he cut me off, before he let out a loud sigh. “I just don’t know how I’m going to keep you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been in something serious before, you know that. And your world is much more fast-paced than mine. I don’t want you to get bored of me. I don’t want to slow you down. And I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“You’re not going to fuck anything up, Jacob,” I murmured. “If anyone’s going to fuck this up, it’s going to be me.”

“You? How?”

“By being a needy sub,” I joked, before my tone shifted into something more serious. “By being weird and insecure. For example, even though you just fucked me within an inch of my life, some part of my brain still wonders if you’d like me better if I bulked up a little, showed a little more muscle?—”

“Those are the kind of thoughts we’ll just have to spank out of you. Or fuck out of you.” Jacob smirked. “I think once you realize that I can’t keep my fucking hands off you, you’ll realize that you’re absolutely perfect to me.”

“You’re absolutely perfect to me, too.” I smiled up at him, as warmth bloomed in the center of my chest.

I love you, Jacob.

I gritted my teeth together to prevent the phrase from coming out of my mouth.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Jacob had just gotten to a place where he could admit he had feelings for me and wanted more, and I was going to ruin everything by saying that Ilovedhim?

“Do you like weddings?” Jacob’s question snapped me right back to reality.

“What?” My pulse started to race uncontrollably. “I don’t think I understand—um?—”

Fuck.

If Jacob was about to ask me to marry him, I knew that I was going to say yes, even though we’d only known each other for a week. It would’ve been a risky move, but at this point, I felt like my life without him would’ve been the riskiest move, of all. Besides, I was pretty good at planning things, and if I needed to plan a wedding in the span of a few months, I’d be happy to do it?—

“Parker, one of my best friends, is getting married,” Jacob went on. “He gave me a plus-one to invite someone, but I didn’t think I’d have anyone to invite. No one serious, anyway.”

Jacob ran his fingers across my back as he finished with his thoughts. “Anyway, I was thinking that you could be my plus-one, for the wedding. I know that’s kind of an intense situation since we barely know each other, but?—”

“Yes. A million times yes.” I turned my head to press a kiss against Jacob’s chest. “I’ll be your plus-one, Jacob. Just… send me an e-vite with the address and dress code and I’ll be there with bells on.”

Jacob went quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “Is that something you’ve ever thought about? Getting married?”

“What? Me? No?” I said, sarcastically. “I definitely don’t have an entire binder at home dedicated to my ideas for the perfectwedding or anything. Who would even have something like that?”

“So, you’ve given this some thought, then?” Jacob grinned.

“Maybe. Just a little bit.”

“Tell me about it.”

“You want me to pitch you my big, grand wedding ideas?”

“Just the parts that matter the most to you.” Jacob shrugged. “Like, location, I guess? Ceremony stuff?”

“Okay…” I hummed, as a million thoughts ran through my head. “I want to get married somewhere with a view. Just, something memorable to look out at. As for the ceremony, the most important thing is that I’m surrounded by family and friends, something intimate. I don’t need hundreds of people showing up to my wedding, just to eat the food and never talk to me again.”

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