Page 147 of Bishop's Queen

“Does that work for you too?” She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “It’s kind of the same thing. What’d you say once? Potato, po-tah-toe.”

His hand threaded through her hair. “Same thing, then. Works for me.”

“Good,” she sighed. “Because being with you feels like a million butterflies high on the sun and racing through the air.”

“Yeah, babe.” His thumb rolled strands of her hair between his fingers. “Nothing like I ever would’ve said, but… me too.”

“Bishop.” Ella propped her chin on his chest, letting his fingers slide down her cheek. “Do you love me?”

“Always. Never stopped. Not for some stupid argument. Come here.” He tugged her up and let his lips brush hers. “I see you and know you’re mine. But, El, when I kiss you?” He teased her mouth, lingering. “It’s more. It’s the future. The next, what? Fifty, sixty years of our lives.” His whisper tickled her sensitive skin. “But if you keep saving the world and making it a better place to live, maybe longer than that.”

Ella stared into his deep-green eyes and believed every word he’d just said. “What’s bigger than love?”

“Us.”

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