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Does he have superpowers? Was he in my dreams?

“It is cheesy and adorable, and I will hate it, but I’ll deal.”

“How do you know?—”

“Yeah, I was shocked as shit. But I wasn’t happy about it. I was fucking thrilled. Felt like a king knowing the woman put on this earth for me is having my baby.” He goes on like I’m not freaking out.

“I like that you used my body wash and fuck anyone if they think it’s weird. And there will be no super freak on my part.However, you want to sing and thrust your hips, it better not be Declan you’re thinking about.”

At this, I am totally spazzing. “Talon, how’d you read my thoughts?”

The glittery gaze reignites. “Love to say it’s a talent of mine, but you told me.”

“I told you? That’s impossible. Those were my dreams.”

“Apparently, you narrate your dreams in your sleep.”

Mortification washes through me. “That’s never happened before.”

“And you slept like the dead.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you need your rest.”

“You snuck out on me in the middle of the night. I’ve been waiting to hear from you for weeks, worried sick. You don’t call or text, instead finding me at my dad’s asleep and don’t wake me up?” My attitude kicks into gear.

“Took one look and all the bullshit of the past twenty days faded away. I needed to hold you, feel you, watch you sleep, knowing I finally have you back. My world settled.”

My heart soars and attitude turns to mush. “That’s strangely romantic.”

“Glad you think so. A few months ago, someone told me they wanted to watch their fiancée sleep, I’d call them a stalker.”

At the term fiancée, I’m right back where this began. This time, he does read my mind, his hand tightening.

“Princess, I told you this was forever. Made it clear we were permanent. I’ve had that ring taunting me for too long. The only thing stopping me was giving you the time for your exam. Leaving you was brutal, but placing that ring around your neck kept me sane. You want a grand proposal, tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

“I don’t need a grand proposal.”

“Then say yes.”

“You didn’t ask me anything.”

“I’ll love you ‘til my last breath. It was always you. But knowing you’re having our baby and more in the future is more than a man like me deserves.”

“That’s not true.”

“Already told you, I’ll give you anything in the world. Give me this one thing. Make me the happiest motherfucker on the planet and say you’ll marry me.”

He holds my eyes, so much swirling between us. The truth crashes in. There is no ‘popping the question’ with a man like Talon Simms.

Traditional went out the window a long time ago.

He’s not asking me to marry him, because with us, it’s always been a given.

My overly-possessive, bossy, obsessive, neanderthal boyfriend has his own brand of romance.

And I love it.

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